White clouds, flowing water, and small bridges.
The fisherman rocking the oar sang loudly: "Old fisherman, with a fishing rod, leaning against the cloud cliff, near the bay. The boat goes back and forth without any hindrance, the sand gulls dot the waves far away, the Digang port is rustling during the day, and the day is cold, I sing a song about the setting sun at night..."
He sang leisurely, above the white clouds, in the glow, with the gentle breeze blowing, and his posture was leisurely, as if he were a man born out of this world.
Song Ciwan looked at the warm sun on the side of the clouds again, and saw the setting sun hanging lazily on the horizon, its clear and faint light dyeing the nearby clouds a gentle orange.
She originally thought it was the rising sun, but now it seemed that it was clearly the setting sun.
Although the sun is setting, it is not decadent. In the fisherman's singing, everything here has a sense of tranquility and grandeur.
As the saying goes, the mountain becomes quieter when the birds sing, but here, the water becomes quieter when the fishermen sing.
This feeling and scene are better than all the noise in the world.
It makes the floating people's hearts seem to have found a harbor, and they can't help but feel a peaceful joy.
Song Ciwan then stopped at the water bank, quietly admiring the poetic scene in front of him.
The fisherman finished singing leisurely, and then his singing stopped. Suddenly, a huge wave suddenly splashed in the calm water in front of him.
In the waves, a ten-foot-long water snake swayed its long tail, hissed, and suddenly rolled towards the fisherman on the boat.
Seeing that the fisherman was about to suffer disaster, he saw that he was not in a hurry, exhaled and shouted two words: "Hey! Stay!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed his hand, and a translucent cold light protruded. The water snake that flew in was hit by the cold light, and then with a snap, it stiffened and landed on the fisherman's boat.
The fisherman laughed loudly: "Little snake, little snake, are you too naughty? I let you go every time, but you come to provoke me every time. Alas, you can't win. Mine, why bother?”
The water snake that landed on the ship raised its head and spat out the snake message, hissing loudly.
Although it was not human words, the hiss seemed to convey all kinds of unwillingness.
The fisherman just shook his head and sighed. He did not blame the water snake for provoking it. Instead, he reached out and touched the snake's head. Then he picked up the snake's body and threw it into the water.
"Go!" said the fisherman, "I won't catch you today, so you should go back to your water and practice well. Don't come back again."
The water snake fell into the water with a splash, only to turn its head and neigh at the fisherman again.
The fisherman waved his hand, and the water snake reluctantly slapped its tail in the water, then lowered its head and dived into the water.
Soon, there was only a thin line left in the water. The thin line was as fast as an arrow and disappeared in an instant.
The fisherman watched for a moment, then turned his attention to Song Ciwan standing on the shore.
"Little lady, where are you coming from? Where are you going?" he asked with a smile.
Song Ciwan only felt that there was something magical about the fisherman. When she heard the fisherman's question, she suddenly felt something in her heart and replied: "Reply to my husband, I came from the place where the clouds rise, and I want to go to the place where the water is poor."
As she spoke, she crossed her hands and saluted.
The fisherman immediately crossed his arms and returned the greeting, and said with a sigh: "Going to the water poor place? Huh? I don't know where the water poor place is?"
Song Ciwan said with a smile: "The sun rises when the clouds are born, and when the water is poor, the rocks fall. Wherever the water falls and the rocks appear, there is a place where the water is poor. What do you think?"
The fisherman chuckled: "You little lady, you have a fight with me, the old man. I understand, you are here to seek immortality, right?"
Song Ciwan praised: "My father-in-law is really knowledgeable and insightful. Dare I ask if there is an immortal here?"
The fisherman invited Song Ciwan to his boat and said: "Of course there are immortals. In our Yanling Town, everyone can cultivate immortality. My dear, you have come to the right place. My dear, why don't you come to the right place?" Come on the boat, I will take you across the river to find immortals, haha!"
It turns out that the stretch of houses and streets on the other side of the river is Yanling Town.
A small town above the clouds, with houses and pedestrians, there is no lack of beauty. And the fisherman said, "There is an immortal in Yanling Town!"
Song Ciwan only felt that everything in front of him was a strange scene, which was difficult to describe.
She immediately made a move and used Qinggong to fly up on the grass and fall into the boat lightly, and thanked the fisherman for carrying her.
The fisherman laughed and said: "We are destined to meet each other, so there is no need to say thank you. I am an old man. Rocking the boat is my practice. If you don't come, I will also cross the river. What's wrong with giving you a ride? It's not worth thanking you."
As he spoke, he rowed the boat leisurely across the water.
Song Ciwan said: "Excuse me, my father-in-law, rocking the boat is a practice, so when you let the snake go, was it also a practice?"
The fisherman said: "Rocking the boat is a daily practice. As for letting the snake go, it is only half of the practice."
"Oh?" Song Ciwan asked, "Why do you say half?"
The fisherman replied leisurely: "Our human race and the demon race are supposed to be incompatible, and killing demons is the duty of a human being. However, I have escaped into the immortal sect, but I no longer have to do worldly things. This catching and releasing of demons all depends on my own will." …”
At this point, the fisherman paused. Song Ciwan listened quietly, and through the fisherman's logic, he slowly outlined the scenery of this secret realm in his mind.
The secret realm is different from the mysterious realm. The mysterious realm is intertwined with Weird's resentment. Various rules of the mysterious realm are often generated due to the differences in Weiyi's experiences during his lifetime.
At first glance, the rules of the uncanny may favor the uncanny, but at the same time they can also limit uncanny.
In other words, it indiscriminately restricts all creatures that exist in the strange world!
To crack the mystery, you often need to understand the rules of the mystery, and then use the rules to counteract the mystery.
Of course, if you have absolute power and can directly break the mystery, then there is no need to talk nonsense. One force can defeat all laws. After all, a big fist is the eternal truth.
But the secret realm is obviously not the same as the mysterious realm. It is often spread among the monks that the mysterious realm is a crisis, while the secret realm is an opportunity——
Secret realms are not meant to be broken. When you encounter a secret realm, it is only right to find ways to gain opportunities within it!
Song Ciwan couldn't help but guess: So where are the so-called opportunities in this secret realm right now?
The fisherman laughed and sighed and said, "I've known that snake for several years, and now it's acting like an old friend. I'm not willing to kill it. If it likes to provoke, I'll provoke it. I'll use it on it as soon as it comes. The Ice Finger is just half a practice."
Song Ciwan raised his thumb and said: "My father-in-law is really a magnanimous gentleman, extraordinary free and easy. This junior admires me!"
The fisherman suddenly laughed and said, "I'm not a great scholar. I'm an old man. I just listened to a few more lectures by the Red-browed Immortal, and that's how I got some meager experience."
He cupped his hands again and said, "I am still ashamed to say that I have been practicing cultivation for three hundred years, but now I am only able to build a foundation. I don't know how far away from the golden elixir avenue, alas!"
He sighed. Although he felt free and easy, he also looked melancholy at this time.
Song Ciwan was shocked and said: "My father has been practicing for three hundred years? Senior mentioned the golden elixir avenue. Dare I ask my senior, what is the golden elixir avenue?"
