It’s a long journey.
The sky and the earth are pale.
With Zhao Wujiang, the road to the west wind is long.
Go against the water bank and row the boat with your feet.
On the banks of the Forgotten River, voices echoed.
He is not Po Meng, and he cannot see the sentient beings passing by in the Forgotten River.
But under the lead clouds and in the mist, he could hear the voices of countless people throughout their lives.
Like the ravings of a dreamer, like the Sanskrit chants of a Buddhist.
He heard...
Farewell to the people.
Father and son hold candles and talk at night.
Mother sang nursery rhymes to lull her to sleep.
The scholar stabs his buttocks.
Robbers killed people and set fires.
Merchants worshiped gods and Buddhas.
The actor's sleeves danced.
The butcher is sharpening his knife.
The common people beat drums to express their grievances.
The rich and powerful play and sing day and night.
Heaven and earth turn a blind eye.
Thunder Xiao is difficult to turbid.
There are three religions and nine streams, and all sentient beings are in various forms.
Zhao Wujiang walked against the current, walking on the bank of Youdu Wangchuan River, as if walking through the vast world and the lives of countless people.
He walked from day to night, and the sound disappeared.
Many stars floated on the quiet river surface, like fireflies under the summer night sky.
Zhao Wujiang stretched out his hand, and a fluorescent light fell on his palm, like a star falling in the mountains and rivers.
Under the night sky, he is like a child looking up at the stars, or like a ferryman rafting in the starry sky.
This feeling was amazing. The vigilance that had penetrated his bones and the ever-present sense of not belonging in this world gradually melted away at this moment.
He felt at peace, the peace he had not seen for a long time, free and carefree, and he felt at home here.
He stopped and took out the wooden ladle.
After looking around, he squatted secretly by the river and took another scoop.
Zhao Wujiang drank a ladle of Wangchuan water and smashed it into his mouth. It was mild and tasteless in the mouth, with a mellow and bitter aftertaste.
The power of his soul was growing rapidly, visible to the naked eye, and a faint light blue fluorescence could be seen all around him in the night sky.
"It would be nice if I could drink another gourd." He sighed with emotion, his eyes rolling around.
The banks of the Wangchuan River are quiet and peaceful, and the sky is filled with fireflies.
No one answered, it seemed to be acquiescence.
Zhao Wujiang took another scoop and swirled it, and the river water flowed into his belly like a waterfall.
"It would be nice if I could have another drink..."
He lamented again that the effectiveness of this Wangchuan water was surprisingly good, and his cultivation had increased to the middle stage of the Divine Transformation Realm.
The night is silent.
He simply took out an empty wine jug from his storage bag, scooped water from the wooden ladle, and poured it into the jug.
"With such a big river, it should be okay if I put another pot of water in it, right?" He murmured softly, with the night breeze caressing him. He didn't know who was listening.
He poured water again and again, and the water of Wangchuan River rushed. If you listened carefully, you could hear the faint sound of ancient xun floating on the river.
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"Wow..."
The water surface swayed and splashed, and a golden fish broke out of the water and swam towards the sky.
The swimming fish has dragon whiskers and is full of spiritual energy.
"Crack."
It failed to swim towards the sky and was dragged into the fish basket by a crystalline fishing line.
It was flapping in the fish basket and its gills were flapping, as if it was saying something.
The glistening fishing line in its mouth disappeared, and a jade-green fishing rod was thrown to the water again. The creatures in the pond rushed to bite the bait.
The person holding the pole is an old man.
He has a pale face, white eyebrows and white beard, and has an immortal air. He is dressed in plain white clothes and wears cloth shoes.
Behind the old man, stood a slim girl, elegant and refined, wearing a lavender dress.
"This time when you go to the Daolian Secret Realm in the Southern Shenshui Region, this dragon fish will serve as your protective amulet." The old man said with kind eyes and a kind and doting smile.
"Thank you, ancestor." The girl grinned, not as dignified and quiet as a lady, but more playful.
The old man asked again:
"When you go to Shenshui South Territory, you are not allowed to stir up trouble, and you are not allowed to bully the weak. You are not allowed to use the pen of judgment unless it is absolutely necessary."
"Oh... Xiaojin knows..." The girl stuck out her tongue, cute and cute.
The old man shook his head. The girl obviously didn't listen to his instructions, which made him feel helpless.
He, Lu Zhong, a junior, was well-behaved and cute within the clan, but once he left the clan, he was like a wild horse running wild, or even a black sheep, causing trouble everywhere.
He punched the Taoist disciples of various sects and kicked the heirs of various clans. He was so violent that he completely lacked the restraint and gentleness that a daughter's family should have.
