In the blink of an eye, the night passed quickly. This time, before the drunkard came to call, Mu Jingyu had already woken up from meditation.
"Master, let's go." After Mu Jingyu packed up, he turned around and saw the drunkard holding a map in his hand, pointing and planning a path.
After a while, he raised his head and responded, then put the map in his arms, summoned the wine gourd, set up a large formation again like yesterday afternoon, and led Mu Jingyu into the dense forest.
Today, the drunkard's pace has obviously sped up a lot. With Mu Jingyu's cultivation level, he could no longer keep up. The drunkard didn't say much when he saw this. He grabbed his arm and led him away at high speed.
After flying for three or four hours, they could already see the towering Devil's Sky Cliff from a distance. That's where the Yaoning Palace is located.
By the time we got here, the patrolling spirits around had obviously strengthened a lot. Moreover, the cultivation level of each team has reached the realm of the late stage of Qi Transformation, and the leader of them has the cultivation level of the Guiyuan realm.
If it weren't for the drunkard, a master in the realm of divine knowledge, it would be extremely difficult for ordinary people to sneak in here without being discovered.
"Master, where should we go next?"
At this moment, Mu Jingyu and Jiugui had flown out of the dense forest. What appears in front of you are three roads with different directions.
The road in the middle leads straight to the direction of Moyun Cliff. There is an equally wide road on the left and right, leading to the northeast and southeast respectively.
The drunkard took out the map, looked at it carefully, then pointed to the southeast road and said, "Let's go this way."
"Is it here?" Mu Jingyu took the opportunity to glance at the map and saw that the place pointed by the drunkard's finger was a three-way intersection in front of Moyun Cliff. This should be the place in front of you.
And in the northeast of Moyun Cliff, there is a slightly smaller mountain peak, with the three boys from Dan Chan Mountain written on it. The other road the drunkard mentioned leads to a large swamp that occupies a large area. In the center of Daze, there are three small characters Zhenleize written.
Mu Jingyu asked in confusion: "Master, aren't we going to Dan Chan Mountain? Why did you get here and then go to Zhenlei Ze Zhong instead?"
Mu Jingyu said, raising his hand and shaking it in front of the drunkard a few times. Make sure he is not out of his mind and mistook the word Zhenleize for Dan Chan Mountain.
"Go, go, my teacher may be old, but his eyesight is not blurry and his ears are not deaf. You can still distinguish Danchanshan and Zhenleize clearly, so you can rest assured."
Hearing what the drunkard said, Mu Jingyu was a little confused. Now that time is running out, there is not much time left for the two of them. Why did this drunkard suddenly change direction and go to Zhenleize, which is hundreds of miles away from Danchan Mountain? Isn’t this a waste of time?
Or... is there anyone or something in this Zhenleize that cares about the drunkard's heart?
Thinking of this, Mu Jingyu's eyes showed a look of understanding. Just grinned and giggled a few times, trying to persuade the drunkard to put important things first. When he put aside the love between children for the first time, he suddenly hit him on the head.
"Silly boy, what are you thinking! As my master, I have to go to Zhenlei Ze, so of course there is something important, which affects whether we can successfully steal the elixir. If you dare to think wildly, my master will never let you off lightly!"
The drunkard immediately saw Mu Jingyu's dirty thoughts from his eyes. He pretended to be vicious and scolded him a few times.
"You always go wherever you say you want to go, why are you so harsh! Hiss...it hurts me so much." Mu Jingyu covered his head with one hand and protested a few words in a low voice, but then his face fell into disgrace when he saw the drunkard. Come on, I was so scared that I quickly closed my mouth.
"Humph, I will spare you this time. If you dare to talk nonsense, I will never spare you lightly." The drunkard snorted coldly and took out the bottle of Bai Rong powder from his arms. First, he changed his appearance, and then threw it into Mu Jingyu's hands.
"If we go further, there will be no mountains and dense forests to block our figure. Our master and disciple have to change this appearance first so as not to attract attention."
Although Bai Yongfen can change a person's appearance, it may not last long. Every five hours, the effect of the medicine will wear off and its original appearance will be revealed. In addition, this bottle of Bai Rong powder is small in quantity and can only be used by two people seven or eight times.
Therefore, the drunkard is reluctant to use it along the way. When I got here, there was no dense forest blocking my figure, and I took it out.
On these nine states, there are countless famous mountains and rivers, and Heze lakes are everywhere. Most of the spiritual mountains and beautiful waters are occupied by various sects and spirits with advanced cultivation levels, which serve as the basis for establishing their own sects.
But there are nine places with the most holy names in the world, but none of them has a foothold here. These nine places are Jiuze, which is as famous as Jiuzhou in the world.
According to records in the ancient book Shan Hai Jing, most of these nine lakes were created by the ancient god Dayu, who opened mountains to guide roads and dug valleys to create lakes when controlling floods. There are ancient artifacts or ferocious beasts guarding them. Once someone breaks in without knowing the depth, it is very likely that these ferocious beasts or artifacts will be offended and they will die.
The remaining few zes have existed since ancient times. As for the origin and legend, it is unknown.
In the southwest hinterland of Zhanzhou, Nanhai, there is Zhenleize, one of the nine zes. According to legend, this Zhenleize existed in ancient times. Because the center of the lake is often shrouded in dark clouds, with bursts of thunder, and from time to time a huge statue of a god holding a giant hammer flashes out, emitting thousands of thunders, hence the name Thunder Ze.
Ever since Bai Ze led the demons from Yaowei Palace to retreat here, he also personally led people to visit Zhenleize. But several times in a row, they were blocked by those terrible thunders and could not go deep into it. Even with Bai Ze's cultivation level, it was difficult to resist, and many men were killed for this reason.
As time went by, Bai Ze and all the spirits in Yaoming Palace gave up the idea of finding out.
Jiugui and Mu Jingyu gradually arrived at the outskirts of Zhenleize after walking hundreds of miles in the southeast direction. There are obviously many fewer spirits patrolling here.
"Is this... Zhen Lei Ze?" Mu Jingyu put a hand between his eyebrows and looked over as hard as he could.
But several miles ahead, a long black line appeared in the sky. Above the long black line, large black clouds wandered back and forth from time to time. There were bursts of loud noises that sounded like water and thunder.
This was the first time since Damu Jingyu was born that he saw this vast expanse of vast swamp. If I hadn't heard the drunkard say that this was one of Jiuze, I would have really thought that I had arrived at the border of the South China Sea.
"Boy, what are you doing here?" The drunkard showed his body and quickly arrived at the edge of Zhenleize.
Mu Jingyu followed closely behind him, looking at the vast and ethereal Daze who could not see the edge at a glance, and asked: "Master, we don't have anything like a boat, how are we going to get in?"
Although I don't understand why the drunkard changed his direction and suddenly arrived here. But after what happened along the way, Mu Jingyu understood that there must be a reason for him to do this.
The drunkard didn't answer and took off the wine gourd from his waist again. After taking a few gulps of it, he threw it into Zhen Lei Ze.
As soon as the wine gourd entered the water, the originally calm water surface was filled with waves, rolling towards the sky. But before the tide had spread over a hundred feet, it caused several thunders as thick as forearms to hit from mid-air.
A deafening roar suddenly sounded, and Mu Jingyu trembled in fright, and subconsciously covered his ears.
"Good disciple, let's go." The drunkard flew up lightly, still standing on the upper body of the gourd. He looked back and pointed at the lower body of the gourd with a high bulge behind him, and called out to Mu Jingyu.
Looking at the distant thunder that was gradually disappearing, Mu Jingyu gritted his teeth and stepped on it carefully. I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll cause a thunderstorm.
"Let's go..." The drunkard waved his hand, commanding the wine gourd to break through the waves and gallop towards the depths of Zhenleize.
At first, Mu Jingyu stood tremblingly on the wine gourd, not daring to move too much for fear of causing thunder to strike his body. But seeing the drunkard's indifferent expression, he slowly relaxed his mood.
This Zhenlei Ze is worthy of being one of the Nine Zes, but the misty waves surrounding it are endless as far as the eye can see, probably no less than a thousand miles wide. During this period, flying fish chased the waves from time to time, followed the wine gourd, jumped up from the water, and followed the wine gourd through the waves.
And in mid-air, there was an eagle circling. Keep an eye on these flying fish jumping out of the water. Once you find the opportunity, you will circle down, catch one with your sharp claws, and then go straight up to feast on it.
Further away, there are countless water fairy mountains of different sizes. It is as big as a hill, covered with dense trees. Occasionally, you can see a few birds rising into the sky and flying towards the surrounding water.
And more small islands are much smaller, ranging from tens to hundreds of feet in size. The smallest island among them is only a few feet in diameter. From a distance, it looks like a turtle's back emerging from the water.
The drunkard stood at the mouth of the wine gourd, scanning the water below with his bright eyes. From time to time, he struck the water with his palm, creating a deep crack, revealing the fish swimming inside.
His eyes changed from their usual carefree and indifferent tone. Instead, he looked brightly and carefully looked at the fish emerging from the water.
"Saw it!"
At this moment, after the drunkard shouted incoherently, he formed an inch-long fairy sword with his fingers and shot it towards the water that was about to close.
Mu Jingyu followed and looked, and saw that after the sword entered the water, it struck a fish with a red body and a green tail like lightning. However, after the fairy sword entered the body, no blood came out. Instead, it turned into an extremely thin spiritual thread and was tied to the fish's tail. The other broken part of the spiritual thread was wrapped around the drunkard's finger.
After the first success, the drunkard was obviously much more excited. Hold the spiritual thread tightly with one hand and pull the fish to prevent it from escaping. On the other hand, fairy swords appeared one after another, splitting the water surface. Once they encounter this kind of fish with a red body and a green tail, they all follow the law and turn the fairy sword into a spiritual thread to firmly control these fish.
In less than a quarter of an hour, there were hundreds of spiritual threads on the drunkard's fingers. There are more than a hundred fish controlled accordingly.
Mu Jingyu wanted to ask the drunkard several times why he had to go to such great lengths to catch so many red-bodied bluetail fish, but seeing how focused he was, he had to give up temporarily.
"It should be almost done." The drunkard tugged his fingers casually a few times and said to himself with satisfaction as he watched the fish struggling and scurrying around in the water, trying to tear off their spiritual threads and escape.
"Master, what's the use of catching all these fish? Do you want to stew fish soup for your disciples?" Mu Jingyu couldn't help but joked.
The drunkard laughed and scolded: "You silly boy, these fish are not prepared for you. They can be of great use as a teacher, so don't worry about them."
"How useful it is? Disciple doesn't understand." Mu Jingyu curled his lips.
The drunkard smiled and did not answer. After waving his fingers violently a few times, the spiritual threads were pulled by him and hit the backs of the fishes, causing countless waves.
The pained fish immediately rolled in the water. One by one, they hunched over and swam forward with all their strength, trying to avoid being whipped by the spiritual thread.
This time, the fish actually drove the wine gourd and flew across the water. The drunkard Shi Shiran sat down and used his spiritual thread to continuously hit the backs of the fish to control their direction.
Mu Jingyu didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the drunkard's gourd. I had no choice but to imitate the drunkard's behavior and sit calmly in the back, watching these schools of fish, pulling the wine gourd, shuttle back and forth in the endless Zhenlei Ze, stirring up waves of waves.
