Wuling Lake is exactly as its name suggests.
This small lake with a radius of less than ten miles has been shrouded in a gauze-like mist. Looking from a distance, the gray mountain shadows can be vaguely distinguished.
The surface of the lake is as level as a mirror, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the mist, creating soft halos on the water.
The breeze blew by, and the halo swayed gently, like a smart girl showing off her gorgeous dancing posture.
Yang Zhen held Zhao Yue'er's hand and took a walk by the picturesque Wuling Lake.
There is soft green grass under your feet, carrying the fragrance of earth. Occasionally, a few butterflies will startle, dodge and float into the distance.
Beside you is the clear lake water, so clear that you can see the white sand and stones at the bottom of the lake, as well as a few small silver fish swimming around and disappearing suddenly.
The little girl danced and talked about her experience after the separation:
"I've gained a lot these days, I've filled four storage bags!"
"There are four people in our group who are in the late stage of Qi training. We killed a group of golden-threaded frogs on the way, and each of us got seven or eight black leaf lotus plants!"
"Black leaf lotus?" Yang Zhen's heart moved. This is the main material for refining the second-level elixir, the Spirit Gathering Pill. It is valuable and can be planted in the newly opened pond.
"Give me two when you get out." He said bluntly.
"Okay." The little girl agreed happily, and then showed off: "I also killed a late first-order demon tiger!"
"Really?" Yang Zhen couldn't help but admire him. He was also in the late first level, and the demon tiger was much more difficult to deal with than the iron-backed thorn wolf.
"How did you kill it?"
"The sword pierced the throat!" the little girl mocked: "It's not as thick-skinned as you, it pierced through in one go."
"If I were not thick-skinned, I would have been disfigured by you." Yang Zhen retorted.
The two of them just talked and laughed and walked along the lake for several miles.
Ahead, there is a small gap. The lake gushes out from here, forming a stream that winds and flows into the distance.
A group of monks were pulling a large net and waiting quietly at the gap.
There were nine people in total, all wearing the sect’s standard robes. Yin Nanxing and Yan Hongzhu, whom Yang Zhen had met before, were among them.
However, these two people did not participate in the pulling of the net, but just watched silently.
Yin Nanxing looked up and saw Yang Zhen and Yang Zhen walking over. Seeing the boy and girl acting intimately, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Immediately, he smiled and greeted Zhao Yuer: "Hello, Junior Sister Zhao!"
Zhao Yue'er politely stepped forward to salute, and Yang Zhen followed suit and bowed her hands.
"What are you doing?" the little girl asked curiously.
"Fishing!" Yin Nanxing said with a hearty smile: "This Wuling Lake is rich in a kind of spiritual fish called silver leaf fish. This fish is difficult to catch in the water, but it has a habit and likes to gather in groups here. The mouth of the stream jumps sideways repeatedly. So, let’s just wait here!”
As he was talking, he heard a burst of cheers from the front, and saw small fish the size of a thumb, with silvery light all over their bodies, rushing out from under the lake water one after another, causing ripples in circles, and jumping towards the mouth of the stream.
Then one after another they fell on the fishing net, unable to move.
After a while, this wave of fish was completely wiped out, and the lake returned to calm.
"Hahaha!" A young man laughed and rolled up the entire fishing net and put it into a storage bag. After about dozens of breaths, I took out the fishing net again, and it was already clean.
The spirit animal enters the storage bag and will soon suffocate to death. These silver-leaf fish will probably fall off from this fishing net artifact after they die.
"One more wave and we'll call it a day!" the man suggested cheerfully.
"Silver leaf fish, is it delicious?" Yang Zhen asked innocently.
A trace of disdain flashed across Yin Nanxing's face and he ignored it.
However, Yan Hongzhu on the side explained: "Silver leaf fish is a unique spiritual fish in Wuling Lake. Not only is the meat very delicious, but it also has the effect of strengthening the body and cultivating the body. Especially for Qi training monks, eating this fish can greatly improve the meridians. Toughness, reducing the damage caused when the meridians expand.”
"Aren't there such good things outside?" Yang Zhen asked doubtfully.
"Of course there is. Someone once brought some fish species from the secret realm with the help of the spirit beast bag. So there are also people outside who breed this kind of spirit fish, but the taste and the effect on the meridians are not so native."
"Tonight, we are going to hold a banquet by the lake, and everyone can have a taste of this spiritual fish." She finally said with a smile.
On every secret tour, a banquet will be held by the lake on the fifth night. Yang Zhen heard this tradition mentioned by the ten elders, but she didn't know that there was such a thing as tasting silver leaf fish.
"Then let's wait for the delicious food!" Yang Zhen bowed slightly, thanked her for the explanation, and left with Zhao Yue'er.
…
In the time of Xu, by the Wuling Lake.
A lively banquet is being held.
At this moment, all the monks by the lake are less than 300, and their cultivation level is above the middle stage of Qi training.
A large number of monks in the early stage of Qi training, like the Zhao family, were arranged to work as pickers in their own spiritual plant garden.
Everyone did not distinguish who was from whose family, they all sat on the ground and formed a large circle. The open space in the middle was about twenty feet square.
In the corner of the open space, a fire made of four piles of Xuanyang wood was burning brightly. On the shelf directly above, several monster beasts from the secret realm were roasting.
One of the shelves was covered with dozens of wires, and what was strung on it was the silver-leaf fish caught at the mouth of the stream in the afternoon.
Several sect disciples were busy going back and forth, distributing roasted animal meat and spiritual fish in front of everyone from time to time.
The elegant ones hold bowls, chopsticks and dishes, or hold out temporary pottery bowls, take them carefully, and start eating slowly.
There are also those who have a free and easy temper, just grab it with both hands and eat it indiscriminately.
About half a quarter of an hour later, everyone had filled their stomachs with some food, and then someone stood up from his seat and walked to the field with a smile on his face.
It was Yin Nanxing.
Every night banquet at Wuling Lake was hosted by a disciple of the sect, so everyone didn't take it seriously when they saw him on the stage.
He raised his hand, and five wine jars magically appeared in front of him.
"Tonight, all the heroes gathered by Wuling Lake," Yin Nanxing said with a bright smile, "My younger brother brought a hundred catties of Qicao Linggu wine from the sect for the enjoyment of all of you."
"good!"
"Senior Brother Yin is so generous!"
"Thank you, Senior Brother Yin!"
Warm cheers suddenly erupted around the grassland.
Seven-Grass Spiritual Grain Wine is brewed from spiritual grains as the main food, plus seven kinds of spiritual herbs that are of great benefit to monks.
This wine not only has a mellow taste, but can also make up for the mana consumed by the monks. It is often used as a rejuvenating pill by some people who are good at drinking.
This hundred kilograms of wine costs at least three hundred spirit stones. For a monk in the qi training period, it is definitely a big deal to entertain everyone with such a sum of money.
The applause from everyone is also a heartfelt thank you.
Yin Nanxing was smiling all over his face, but he was quite proud inside.
The seven collection points of the sect involve nearly 100,000 contribution points. Tonight I will spend my own spiritual stone to let you taste the sweetness. Tomorrow, you all have to listen to my arrangements!
