Yang Shuilan's expression was calm, and she seemed not to notice the fleeting smile on the viewer's face.
She took out an exquisite and small jade bottle with water droplets and said: "Last time, I heard from Master that Xiaoya was stuck in the bottleneck of the Xiantian Realm for many days and could not break through. I had nothing to do and found a few medicinal stones in the mountains. , blend it with the essence of water transport, and refine a bottle of low-level 'Water Huanhun San', she can try it, my master knows how to use it."
Zhang Wenfeng took the small bottle with a unique shape.
When Shuiya was studying Taoism at Qingzheng Academy, she and Xiaoya lived in the same room. Xiaoya, Shui Qingru, did not dislike the mute Yang Shuilan, and took great care of Yang Shuilan in learning to read and live. I heard Yue Anyan said that the two of them had the same sympathy. sisters.
Yang Shuilan, who has become the Water Goddess, is still thinking about Xiaoya, which is a good thing.
While talking, the two of them walked towards the other side of the water to the north, their clothes fluttering and the mist following them.
When the people on the south bank saw the Water Goddess suddenly appearing in broad daylight, they knelt down and kowtowed in prayer.
More than fifty miles upstream, there was a small Cha River that flowed into the Liuzhi River. Yang Shuilan stepped on the water and the mist spread to both sides of the river. She spent two days temporarily dredging the upper and lower parts of the Cha River so that the water transport of the Liuzhi River could spread. far away.
"The day before yesterday, I sent a letter to Master, telling her that the temple master was a guest at my place. She told Tu Kun that yesterday Tu Kun took people to Modao County. Temple master, please contact Tu Kun first and make an agreement. Meet at the southwest end of Modao County."
Yang Shuilan glanced to the northwest and said softly.
On the way to invite the temple owner that night, she once said that she would inform Yue Anyan, and the two briefly discussed the follow-up arrangements. The distance to the Fairy Spirit Temple was too far, exceeding the distance of two thousand miles for monk Huang Fu to send a message. , unless it is a more advanced flying sword communication.
The gods of mountains and rivers are not very restricted in the wild, so it is relatively convenient to use magical powers to communicate.
Zhang Wenfeng took out the yellow talisman and recited a few words silently, then waved his hand to type the message.
He guessed that Yang Shuilan had discovered a clue. Perhaps the two fourth-level masters of the Wu Clan were out to kill him. Yang Shuilan was worried that something might go wrong in the upper reaches of the river and was too far away from the territory to protect him.
Where the two walked, the mist extended forward, and the mist behind dissipated in the river breeze.
On a mountain thirty miles to the northwest, there was an invisible aura covering the air. Mulihua looked cold and said to a young man with a flame pattern on his forehead beside her: "Zhou Zhi, I advise you not to completely offend Yang Chun. She I can't stop him from going crazy. It won't be surprising if half of Dongping Prefecture is flooded. Last time, two hometowns... plotted against her. She said a few harsh words, but she didn't do anything to embarrass the younger monks of the Wu Clan. But you can’t do two things, and you can’t deceive others too much.”
"It's not that you can't block it, it's that you don't want to block it at all, right?"
The young man was wearing a very ordinary green shirt, with his hands clasped behind his back, and his expression was very casual. He smiled and revealed: "In fact, she could have been left in the Wu clan's territory that time. Some people accidentally made a gap and let only the Yang Chun, who was half alive, escaped through the water. After all, it was the deep love between sisters."
Muliahua sneered: "The two old guys did something unreasonable and trapped me into injustice. Why don't you allow me to find a way to make up for it myself?"
"I can't stand the behavior of the two senior guardians, and I even asked you for help. Now there are only two of us at the fourth level in the entire Daliang Witch Clan. God Mushan, you have to understand my difficulties. This little Taoist priest in front of me , I heard from the Great Elder that it will be a great threat to our Wu Clan in the future, and we must eradicate it as early as possible. How about we work together?"
The young man turned his head and looked at the graceful woman ten feet away.
Mulihua thought to herself: "I know Yang Chun's character well. The Wu clan is really in trouble, and she will not just ignore it. She has water luck, and she will be able to recover to the fourth level of cultivation this summer at the latest, and it will only be time to surpass us. The problem is, it only took her less than two hundred years to advance to the fifth level. If it weren’t for some old guy in a high position, who had ulterior motives for asking her to re-cultivate the divine way, she would not have ended up in that miserable end."
The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said exaggeratedly: "I can't offend you, I can't offend you. How about I go to the Water Goddess Temple to apologize for what happened to the Witch Clan back then?"
Mulihua snorted angrily, disappeared on the top of the mountain, and conveniently removed her magical power.
If you want to die, don't drag her with you. After finally surviving the ebb of spiritual energy, she wants to live a more comfortable life.
Don't come to her in the future with these bullshit annoying things.
The young man sighed and said: "When you are in a high position, some things have to be considered in the overall situation. If you don't give it a try, how can you know what you can't do? She, Yang Chun, has only been waiting for a year in the fairy world, and she is full of calculations. She has a big fist of favors. This It’s time to pay off one ride at a time.”
The woman in blue skirt, who was walking like flying on the water, seemed to sense it and glanced northwest again.
She did not hesitate to expend her own magical power, pulling the river under her feet, the water was surging, and the originally narrow river overflowed, turning it into a large countercurrent spring water.
Zhang Wenfeng had already received Tu Kun's reply and followed the silent woman northward along the river.
Admiring the green spring scenery by the river, a look of indifference appeared on his face.
This trip lasted for four years, and the ups and downs, difficulties and tribulations he experienced made him gain a lot mentally, he made breakthroughs in swordsmanship, and his cultivation level steadily advanced to the next level. He had nothing to be dissatisfied with.
The threat from the masters of the witch clan was based on the death talisman in the jar on his waist. After recovering some of his magical powers, he was not that afraid. As long as Yang Shuilan could restrain Mulihua, the fourth-level mountain god could use the magical powers of mountain luck to appear and disappear. He did not retreat, but after a few moves with the fourth-level witch cultivator, he still managed to do it.
The two traveled along the Bend River for more than three hundred miles without being attacked along the way. They arrived ten miles away from the southwest border of Modao County, where the river turned and headed west.
A divine black donkey flew from the sky, shouting "Ah uh..." at the top of its voice.
Tu Kun and the three monks fell behind, chatting and laughing, and greeted the temple master when the mist dispersed, revealing his true appearance.
Zhang Wenfeng held up his hands to the woman in the water and smiled: "The mountains are high and the water is long, we will meet again later!"
Yang Shuilan waved her hand, "I have time to be a guest, let's go." She didn't want to meet other Taoist cultivators, so she disappeared into the water. The river was still overflowing and slowly falling.
Zhang Wenfeng stood up and headed north. He handed over his hands from a distance and said, "I'm trying to mobilize everyone, I'm sorry to bother you all."
He looked at the young man in the middle who was wearing a black robe. There was an unsheathed dark red mahogany sword stuck behind the man's back. Looking at the expressions of Tu Kun and the other two, he could tell that the man had a different identity.
The donkey brayed all the way and flew closer, shouting: "Master, you had a great time in the blessed land, and you made us worry at home. How do you calculate this account?"
"We'll figure it out when we get home, Lu Zijin, I've brought you something good."
"Ah uh..."
