Luo Xueli stood alone on the bank of the river. The water level had risen to his knees. Although the rain has gradually stopped, the river water is still rising.
There was no Spirit Fish King in his field of vision, but he knew that she was here, hidden in the rain, swimming in the vast waters.
The master is not yet here.
Probably won't come.
Suddenly, he saw ripples starting to appear on the edge of the river. Then, the dreams he had weaved sank, the river also sank, and his body sank, as if he was about to sink into the endless abyss.
The Spirit Fish King?
No, not him. In the past few days of fighting, he had roughly estimated the strength of the Spirit Fish King. He was stronger than him, but he could not crush him; if he had no scruples, it was not impossible to win.
But now the power of collapse made him completely unable to resist.
He saw a small water splash in the ripples, and a silver fish tail flung out, like an arrow shot from a string, and then suddenly disappeared in a brief glance and sank.
The Spirit Fish King was just like him, unable to resist and sinking further.
Suddenly, he saw a tiny black dot shoot out from where the ripples had begun, then disappear again.
boom!
He heard a crisp sound, like the sound of broken porcelain, as if it was divided into countless small pieces.
And his feet hit the ground.
…
Li Chuan slammed the Tianyin pot to the ground.
boom!
Broken.
His body also seemed to be broken.
When he fell down, he saw a beautiful silver fish tail outside the window. It sparkled in the sunlight, like a ball of water slowly sliding across the side of the window.
After that, everything around him gradually blurred, and in a blink of an eye, he felt himself rolling down, with broken stones running over his body. At least we are on land, not in the water in the sky, Li Chuan thought in amusement.
I don't know how long he rolled around, but finally a hand grabbed him.
Tian Wanghai pulled him up and said, "Brother Li, why did you break the Tianyin pot like that?"
He was heartbroken, as if what Li Chuan had dumped was his magic weapon.
"It can be repaired," Li Chuan said.
"Really?" Tian Wanghai heard this and took out a few pieces. "I just picked up a few pieces. See if they are enough. I will go look for them again."
"That's enough." Li Chuan took the fragments and said, "Fellow Daoist Tian, can you feel the situation over there?"
"I'll try." Tian Wanghai closed his eyes and his spiritual thoughts spread.
"Brother, brother is here!"
Li Chuan heard Gong Er's voice, and soon saw Gong Er flying over with the book box in hand. The other three also crawled over.
"Where's Lao Xiaokai?" Li Chuan looked around, and soon he saw Lao Xiaokai limping over.
"What's wrong with your legs?" Li Chuan asked him.
"It was twisted," Lao said with a smile, and then he also asked Li Chuan: "Brother Li, why did you drop the pot?"
"Didn't we escape?" Li Chuan didn't want to say more, so he changed the subject and said, "Where are we now?"
Tian Wanghai opened his eyes and said, "I can't get very close, but it feels like things have returned to normal over there." Then he gave Li Chuan a fist and said, "Thank you, Brother Li."
"Thank you. I'm trying to save myself. We should be the ones thanking you. If you weren't trying to guide us, you wouldn't be trapped in it," Li Chuan waved his hand nonchalantly.
Tian Wangshu took a deep look at Li Chuan and only remembered his name and appearance.
The battle between Luo Xueli and the Spirit Fish King has reached a point of endless struggle. The dream world is entangled in the constantly twisting space. No matter who loses or wins, the covered area will become a dead land.
But now, except for the water, everything seems to be back to normal. And if it's just water accumulation, the monks have too many ways to solve it.
He didn't believe that this had nothing to do with Li Chuan's behavior of smashing the Tianyin pot. Li Chuan didn't want to say more, but he couldn't forget this kindness.
Li Chuan asked again; "Do any of you know where we are?"
Tian Wanghai said: "I just checked with my spiritual mind, and now we are about twenty miles away from Xieyang County, and there are wastelands nearby."
After Li Chuan put the carriage into the pot, he closed the bookcase again and looked at the sky. It was almost evening. He said: "Then let's just rest here for one night and wait until tomorrow to make plans?"
The temperature is high now. As long as it doesn't rain, it's not too uncomfortable to sleep out all night... Just as he was thinking about it, Li Chuan felt his throat itch, and then he started coughing.
He couldn't stop coughing. He bent over and held his knees, as if he was about to cough out all his internal organs and lungs. When he finally calmed down a bit, he found a Yuan-Building Pill from the Bishui Ring and ate it before he stopped coughing.
"Fellow Daoist Li, are you okay?" Tian Wanghai asked.
"Brother?!" Gong Ersan shouted from the side.
Lao smiled and stepped forward, checked his pulse, asked him to open his mouth and look at his tongue, and finally said: "Brother Li, how come your body is worse than when I first saw you? You need to be treated properly. ah!"
"Can you cure big brother?" Gong Er asked.
"It's a bit difficult," Lao smiled and frowned, then sighed, "But if you meet..."
"Doctor Bai, please recall, what did you say when you left the capital?" Li Chuan quickly interrupted Lao and laughed, coughing a few times because he spoke too quickly.
"I haven't forgotten, don't worry," Lao smiled awkwardly and said, "It's hard to say if it's the root cause, but it's not a big problem if it's just alleviation."
Li Chuan believed what he said and said, "Then please leave it to Doctor Bai."
After regaining his breath, he took out firewood from the Bishui Ring.
The second male and the third one got busy, lighting fires and boiling water. After everyone sat down around the fire, Li Chuan took out the meat cakes and distributed them to everyone.
During the chat, Li Chuan asked Tian Wanghai his future plans.
Tian Wanghai said: "When it gets daylight, I will go back first. There must be a shortage of manpower there, and then I will return to the Four Gods Palace."
"Aren't you going to plant spiritual rice?" Li Chuan asked.
"No more planting, let's think of other ways. Fortunately, no one is willing to plant with me this year, otherwise..." Tian Wanghai shook his head, and then said: "Brother Li, don't laugh at me, I originally wanted to plant it for a few years. Spiritual rice, save some spiritual stones and find an identity as an inner disciple. I have evil intentions and cannot grow spiritual rice. Maybe this is a warning from heaven."
"Inner disciple? Doesn't it depend on cultivation level?" Li Chuan asked.
The male and the three others were also very curious.
"Depending on your cultivation level, even if your qualifications are ordinary, as long as you are willing to practice hard, you will still have a chance in the Four Gods Palace." Tian Wanghai looked at the boiling water and said, "I can't stand the monotony of hard training. I heard that Elder Li from the Medicine Garden I am willing to accept bribes, so..."
"I wasted three years in vain. If I had devoted myself to cultivation during these three years, I might have entered the inner sect."
(End of chapter)
