The journey is long.

The heaven and earth are vast.

There is Zhao Wujiang, and the west wind road is long.

Go against the water shore and sail.

On the banks of the Forgetful River, the voices echoed.

He is not Meng Po, he cannot see the past of sentient beings in the Forgetful River.

But he could hear the voices of countless people throughout his life under the lead clouds and in the mist.

It’s like the whispering of a great dreamer, it’s like the Buddhists’ Sanskrit.

He heard...

Farewell to others.

Father and son talk at night with candles.

Mother sang nursery rhymes to coax her to sleep.

The scholar hangs the beam and stabs the thighs.

Robbers kill and set fire.

Merchants bow to the gods and Buddhas.

The actor dances with his sleeves.

The butcher sharpens his knife.

Civilians beat drums and complain about grievances.

The powerful and the nobles sing day and night.

The heaven and earth turn a blind eye.

Thunder is a little bit difficult.

Three religions and nine streams, and all sentient beings are of all kinds.

Zhao Wujiang walked against the current, walking on the banks of the Forgetful River in Youdu, as if he had walked through the vast world, the lives of countless people.

He walked from day to night and his voice disappeared.

Many stars floated on the quiet river, like fireflies under the night sky in summer.

Zhao Wujiang stretched out his hand, and a fluorescent light fell on his palm, like a star falling into the mountains and rivers.

Under the night sky, he is like a child looking up at the starry sky, or like a ferryman rafting in the galaxy.

This feeling was wonderful, and his vigilance that penetrated into his bones and his sense of non-origination about the existence of this world gradually melted at this moment.

He calmed down, the peace he had not lost for a long time, was free of restraint and carefree, and his heart was as peaceful as home here.

He stopped and took out the wooden ladle.

After looking around, he secretly squatted by the river and scooped another scoop.

Zhao Wujiang drank a scoop of Wangchuan water and smashed it into his mouth. It was gentle and tasteless when it was in the mouth, and the aftertaste was mellow and bitter.

His soul power can be seen rapidly increasing with his naked eyes, and his body can be seen with light green light under the night sky.

"It would be great if I could drink another scoop." He spoke with emotion, his eyes rolling around.

The banks of the Forget River are quiet and peaceful, and the sky is filled with fireflies.

No one responded, it seemed like a default.

Zhao Wujiang scooped another scoop and spun one, and the river water entered his belly like a waterfall.

"It would be great if I could drink another scoop..."

He sighed again that the effectiveness of the Wangchuan Water was surprisingly good, and his cultivation had increased to the middle stage of the God Transformation Realm.

The night is silent.

He simply took out an empty wine pot from the storage bag, scooped water from the wooden scoop, and poured it into the pot.

"It should be fine if you fill such a big river with another pot of water?" He murmured softly, caressing the night wind, not knowing who to listen to.

He filled the water again and again, and the sound of Forgetful River water was rustling. After listening carefully, he could hear the faint sound of ancient moats floating on the river.

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"Wow..."

The water surface swayed, and the sound of water rustled, and a golden swimming fish broke through the water and swam towards the sky.

The swimming fish has dragon whiskers and is full of spiritual energy.

"Pu"

It failed to swim into the sky and was dragged into the fish basket by a crystalline fishing line.

It flew in the fish basket, its gills swaying, as if it was saying something.

The crystalline fishing line in its mouth disappeared, a jade-like fishing rod was thrown to the water again, and the creatures in the pond were rushing to bite the bait.

The person holding the rod was an old man.

Her face is clear, her eyebrows and beards are white, her fairy-like body, her clothes are covered with plain white clothes, and her feet are on cloth shoes.

Behind the old man, a young girl stood graceful and elegant, wearing a lilac dress.

"This time I went to the Dao Lotus Secret Realm of the Southern Domain of Shenshui. This dragon fish will serve as your protective object." The old man looked kind and smiled kindly.

"Thank you for your ancestors." The girl grinned. She was not as dignified and quiet as a lady from a family, but she was a little more playful.

The old man instructed again:

"After going to the southern domain of Shenshui, you are not allowed to cause trouble, you are not allowed to bully the weak, and you are not allowed to use a judgment unless you have to."

"Oh... Xiao Jin got it..." The girl stuck out her tongue, she was playful and cute.

The old man shook his head, and the girl obviously didn't listen to his instructions, which made him feel helpless.

He, Lu Chong, is a junior, is well-behaved and cute in the clan, but once he leaves the clan, he is like a wild horse, or even a bad sheep, causing trouble everywhere.
Chapter completed!