In the year 103 of the Gale Calendar, there was heavy fog on March 24th.
Di Qianjun passed through the sea of taro and finally saw the man sitting by the river.
Liu Sanyue.
This young man in green robe, who was born in Qingtian Dao and was the minister of the Huaidu Military Department, stayed in Zebian after talking to Bai He once in front of the tea shop that day.
Liu Sanyue didn't care whether Nanyi Chengbei's family would hand over control of 300,000 Qingjia. Since he has already told Bai He, Beiyuan will naturally consider these things.
Maybe it will be a long time, maybe not a long time. But if things really get to that point, everything will naturally be out of their hands.
Hearing the sound of clothes brushing against taro leaves and stepping on the sand from behind, Liu Sanyue did not look back.
The only people who knew he was here were the people from Heaven Prison or Zhang Xiaoyu.
Zhang Xiaoyu should not have anything to do, so he came here to see him.
So naturally it was Di Qianjun and the others who came.
"Is there something going on in Heavenly Prison?"
Liu Sanyue looked at Daze and asked calmly.
Di Qianjun stood beside Liu Sanyue, remained silent for a while, and said, "There is nothing wrong with Tian Prison, but there is something with Nanyi City."
Liu Sanyue turned to look at him, and Di Qianjun continued: "Chen Gouqi walked out of the Human Sword Sect again, encountered something in Nanyi City, and seemed very unhappy."
"What's up?"
"He met something that might have come from the middle of the lake."
Liu Sanyue turned back and looked at the vast swamp filled with heavy fog.
Eight hundred miles of Yunmeng Daze.
"Since you are not happy, then we must do something."
Di Qianjun said: "He wants you to go to Daze and have a look."
Liu Sanyue smiled softly and said, "It is indeed Chen Gouqi."
Di Qianjun looked at Liu Sanyue and said, "But we know nothing about what happened in Zezhong..."
Liu Sanyue interrupted Di Qianjun's words and said calmly: "Maybe it's because we have been hesitant to look at it that we don't know what happened."
Di Qianjun looked at Liu Sanyue deeply: "Heaven Prison cannot bear such a responsibility."
Liu Sanyue smiled and said, "Heavenly Prison does not need to be responsible for this matter."
Di Qianjun fell silent.
"Since Chen Huaifeng said such words, then naturally the Human Sword Sect will take responsibility."
Di Qianjun looked at Daze for a long time. It was foggy and no one knew what was inside. However, he didn't say anything else. He glanced at Liu Sanyue before turning and heading north.
"Master Liu, take care of yourself."
Liu Sanyue smiled and nodded, looking back at Daze, his expression became solemn.
After watching the lake for a few days, Liu Sanyue naturally learned nothing.
He is deducing.
Some people went to Zezhong very early.
This is the information Liu Sanyue gained from a glimpse of his fate.
He looked at the edge of the river for a long time, just thinking.
Who is that person?
...
The world is foggy.
A small boat floated slowly in the thick fog.
There was a Taoist priest standing at the head of the boat. A strange-looking mirror hung around his waist, and behind him was a Taoist boy with pigtails.
The two of them stood at the head of the foggy boat, floating quietly in the river.
"Where are we going?" The Taoist boy scratched at her body restlessly. The many mosquitoes in the Yunmeng Daze that were not found in the human world bit her and made her feel uncomfortable.
The Taoist just stood calmly at the head of the boat, looking ahead.
But in fact, nothing could be seen. The heavy fog covered everything. There was only three feet of water in front of the boat, and everything seemed to be an unknown world.
It's just a gesture.
"Go where you should go and meet the person you should meet." The Taoist said calmly.
Tao Tong tilted his head and thought for a long time, but he still didn't understand what it meant.
In fact, she didn't understand any of the Taoist's words from the moment she met him.
The Taoist boy was not a Taoist boy a few days ago.
He is a left-behind child in the village under Qingshan outside Nanyi City, named Wang Xiaohua. Her parents went to Nanyi City to do small business, so she and her grandmother are the only ones at home.
I should have lived my whole life peacefully on that green mountain.
Until that day, this Taoist priest showed up at her door.
The child clung to the fence gate and stared blankly at the Taoist and his grandmother whispering something.
Words like Taoist practice.
Then she was taken away from Qingshan by the Taoist.
Wang Xiaohua looked at the Taoist for a long time and asked, "What if that person disappears?"
The Taoist said calmly: "I have a very interesting question. If that person is really who we think, he will definitely meet us."
Wang Xiaohua looked at the Taoist blankly and thought to herself, that's just what you think, I haven't thought about anything.
The Taoist seemed to know what Wang Xiaohua was thinking, and said calmly: "What I am thinking is what you would think."
Wang Xiaohua began to suspect that she had encountered some charlatan.
But now that I was on the boat, I couldn't help myself, so I had to pretend to understand and nod.
The Taoist looked back at her, but said nothing.
Wang Xiaohua turned her head away with a guilty conscience.
The boat sailed quietly through the fog.
Wang Xiaohua squatted down by the boat and looked at the deep marsh, feeling a little worried.
Sometimes she felt that time had stopped. In fact, they had not moved anywhere and had been stuck in this heavy fog.
Sometimes it feels like this little boat is taking them quickly to an unpredictable future.
Then she felt that the boat seemed to slow down.
It seemed as if it had sailed into an impenetrable swamp, and it seemed as if something, some mysterious force, was preventing the boat from moving forward.
Looking up and looking ahead, the Taoist who brought her here looked a little solemn and stood quietly at the head of the boat. Many gorgeous pictures appeared in the mirror around his waist.
Like a large galaxy that is flowing rapidly, countless light foams are entangled, countless light rays are intertwined, everything falls towards a certain center point, becoming a vast nebula.
The Taoist raised his hand to cover the mirror, and a Taoist rhyme enveloped the entire boat. Countless Taoist texts flew out of his sleeves and hovered around the boat. The golden sky suddenly spread, and the heavy fog dispersed, and the sky was clear and the water was pure. , the boat seems to be sailing in the sky.
Then everything he saw slowly faded away, and another world was unfolding.
Wang Xiaohua stared at this scene blankly.
There are countless green mountains in front of you, the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, long rivers intersect at the foot of the mountains, puddles and lakes are scattered in all directions, countless flowers and plants grow beside the puddles, and various strange-shaped creatures slowly stroll among them.
And among those mountains, there is a rather strange peak guarding it. There is no mountain path on the peak, and the cliffs on all sides are like mirrors. It goes up into the clouds and it is unknown where it is going.
The boat no longer sailed in the foggy swamp, but appeared in a beautiful river at the foot of those mountains.
The Taoist took off the mirror from his waist, and a slight crack appeared on it. The Taoist raised his hand to wipe the crack, frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
Wang Xiaohua also saw the crack, looked around for fear of startling some strange creatures, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with it?"
The Taoist put the mirror into his arms and said calmly: "The derived value is higher than its initial limit, which is a bit overloaded."
Wang Xiaohua didn't understand what it meant, but fortunately she was used to the Taoist's blabbering words these days.
"Is this thing precious?"
"It may be precious now, but it may not be so in the future."
"Why?"
"Because the world is moving forward."
Wang Xiaohua listened in a daze, but saw the Taoist turn his head and look at her, with a rare softness in his eyes.
"The world in the future will be yours." The Taoist said softly.
Wang Xiaohua nodded confusedly and said, "Okay."
So the Taoist smiled, then became serious again, watching the boat move forward.
Until it stopped at a certain ferry.
There was nothing at the ferry, but when the boat stopped there, an illusory figure appeared.
He is a rare handsome man in the world. He is dressed in white and looks like a scholar. He is standing there with a slight smile and holding something like a book in his hand.
"It seems that another guest is here today."
The scholar in white looked at the two of them, said with a soft smile, and then opened the book in his hand, but it turned out to be something like a directory. He handed it over, and a pen appeared in front of the Taoist.
The Taoist took the pen, looked at the blank pages on the scroll, and wrote his name calmly.
Fortune teller.
Wang Xiaohua looked at the two of them blankly and whispered, "Should I write too?"
The scholar in white smiled, nodded, and said, "Yes."
"But I can't read."
Wang Xiaohua blushed and lowered her head.
"Then just draw something."
Wang Xiaohua raised her head and looked at the Taoist on the side. The Taoist nodded. Then Wang Xiaohua took the pen, held it, tilted her head and thought for a long time, and then drew a flower, which is the small flower that can be seen everywhere on the roadside. daisy.
The scholar in white raised his hand to collect the book and pen, and made a rather ancient and elegant ceremonial gesture towards the two of them.
"please."
Bu Suanzi took Wang Xiaohua onto the ferry.
Ahead of the ferry, there is a path paved with stone slabs among the green mountains. The moss on the path is so lush that it is no longer clear what its original color was. It is just a deep green. There are countless ancient trees and strange flowers on both sides. It is unknown where it leads.
Wang Xiaohua held Bu Suanzi's clothes and looked up at the sky.
However, nothing could be seen, just countless green mountains surrounding it. The clouds and mist in the mountains obscured everything, but the cliffs were quite bright, with many green, green and big red flowers blooming on both sides.
The scholar in white had an illusory figure and was probably not a living person. However, when he stepped on those mountain paths, he clearly left half-inch deep footprints on the moss marks on the stone slabs.
Not only Wang Xiaohua saw this thing, but Bu Suanzi also saw it.
As a Taoist master who lacks a sect and is a top cultivator among the Taoist sects in the human world, Fu Suanzi naturally knows the reason for this.
Even as a soul, the power of the Styx contained in this scholar in white is still powerful enough to cross the boundary between life and death.
Wang Xiaohua was just a little girl at the foot of the green mountain, so naturally she would not know these things. She looked curiously at the scholar in white who was leading the way. After a long time, she asked softly: "What's your name?"
When the scholar in white heard this question, he slowly stopped and looked at everything in front of him with nostalgia, the green mountains and red flowers, the cloudy cliffs.
There was infinite melancholy and regret in his voice.
"Ziyuan."
