The fog still shrouded Qin Luo, but it seemed to be thicker.
The mist was originally like a thin veil, but now it is like white porridge, sticky.
Qin Luo looked towards the direction in which he rowed his boat, and could not see the shadow of the lake shore at all.
After thinking for a moment, Qin Luo turned the boat around and rowed towards the shore based on his feeling.
During these three months of staying by Daze, Qin Luo was not idle. Instead, he was not ashamed to ask for advice on hydrology.
Although he is still not as familiar as those old fishermen and is as familiar with the water surface as his own home, he can probably return to the original route without deviating too much through comprehensive factors such as the direction of the water flow and the speed of the water flow.
A quarter of an hour later.
There was still a vast white fog in front of Qin Luo's eyes.
However, the fog did not continue to become thicker, but remained in a relatively stable state.
His vision was blocked, but he could barely observe the surrounding situation.
"It seems that this 'Mist-Eating Sky' is not a rumor? It's interesting." Qin Luo murmured in a low voice.
At this time, he had stopped rowing and allowed himself to drift on the water.
He reached out and scratched in the air, trying to feel the mist.
You must know that he had just rowed back for a quarter of an hour at a speed higher than the offshore speed. Even if it was against the direction of the current and the fog was heavier, he should have been able to see the lake shore long ago.
But now, within his field of vision, there was still only this white mist.
This is unreasonable.
And when evil comes home, there must be ghosts.
However, Qin Luo was not panicked.
His confidence comes not only from his own cultivation.
After all, during the three months of waiting for the "fog-eating day", he had not been idle and had made sufficient preparations in advance.
In the cabin, he had prepared enough food and water for more than a month, as well as a fishing rod.
If he really fell into this predicament and couldn't get out, he could still fish for food and not starve to death.
This is just the worst case scenario.
Qin Luo didn't want to die in this swamp.
What he has to do now is to find something unusual in this foggy predicament.
What's more, his purpose is not to break out of the situation and return to the shore, but to find out if there is any connection between the mist and the immortal cultivator.
After floating on the lake for nearly half an hour, Qin Luo finally noticed something strange.
He seemed to be going around in circles and never left.
You must know that Daze is vast and vast, so it is not just a pool of stagnant water like some landscape lakes in previous lives. Instead, the hydrology is complex, and heavy rain and tidal weather may cause waves of two to three meters.
Although the lake surface is calm now, the water is constantly flowing.
Qin Luo had a guess before.
That is, those fishermen who went out on such "foggy days" may have been taken to the four fast rivers, and their boats were capsized by big waves, so they could not come back.
But when he personally encountered this "fog-eating sky", he realized that his previous guess was just his wishful thinking and was very unreliable.
Although this "fog-eating day" was foggy, to be honest, it was not considered bad weather.
A slightly more skilled fishermen can easily move their boat up and down such water.
But the biggest problem is the limited field of view.
On a foggy day, when you look across the water, you will see similar ripples echoing everywhere you look. The next second, those ripples slowly spread out, and new ripples emerge again.
This is fundamentally different from foggy days on land.
Qin Luo sighed, feeling a little headache.
In the deep mountains and old forests, trees and stones can be used as marks. Even if he encounters a ghost and breaks the wall, he will know that he has encountered a ghost breaking the wall.
But on this lake, he could only vaguely feel that he had been spinning in circles, but he could find no evidence.
I don’t know how long it took.
After finishing his meditation, Qin Luo stood up with a solemn expression.
He had just completed three small cycles. Judging from the time, he had been on the boat for more than two hours.
Even if it was early morning when he boarded the ship, it was still noon now.
In summer, the sun should be scorching hot at this time, driving away the fog.
But Qin Luo looked around and saw that everything on the water was still the same.
Even if this has nothing to do with practitioners, it can still be called a strange thing.
After relaxing his muscles and bones, he gathered spiritual energy on his legs.
After gathering momentum for a moment.
Qin Luo jumped up from the boat and flew into the air.
He jumped more than ten feet high, and the rapid wind whizzed past his ears.
When the speed of his ascent began to slow down, Qin Luo gathered spiritual energy in his legs again, stepped into the air, and his body rose again by nearly ten feet.
When he reached an altitude of more than twenty feet, there was still a vast white mist around him. When he looked up, the sky was also gray, and the sun blurred into a halo.
In the end, Qin Luo reached the limit of his ability to leap with spiritual energy and began to fall.
"Plop!"
Qin Luo fell into the lake.
After all, he has not yet established a foundation, and his control over the spiritual energy has not reached the point where he can freely control it.
It's okay to explode instantly when he's in the air, but it's difficult for him to land lightly when he's descending.
In order to avoid damaging the boat, he still controlled the direction and deliberately fell into the water.
The moment he entered the water, the cold lake water soaked Qin Luo's body, making the thoughts in his mind suddenly come alive.
This kind of weather is called "fog-eating day", so he has been paying attention to the situation on the water, trying to find something wrong in the fog...
But is there a possibility that his thinking is so limited?
perhaps.
What he wanted to pay attention to was not the situation on the surface of the water. In fact, the place where the mystery lurked was in the swamp.
After having this idea, Qin Luo returned to the boat from the water.
After all, your water quality is not very good, so you have to be good at it.
So Qin Luo, who was in the preparation stage on the shore before, became the most hated tycoon in his previous life, spending money to buy many treasures that can be used in the water.
For example, the beads he took out to play with now were water-proof beads passed down from a fisherman's family. Wearing them on his body, he could move freely underwater for ten minutes a day.
Then he wore a fish scale suit that could increase the speed of underwater movement.
There is also a dragon bone, which will cause a lot of pressure on most aquatic creatures, so take the initiative to avoid it.
Qin Luo thought about it again and took the soul-clearing pill in his mouth.
This is the only system item he brought out, so that in case he really dies outside, he can clean up the troubles in his soul before reincarnation.
As for the other system props.
Naturally, I left the cornucopia at home. After all, it would be more convenient to carry this thing with me than to carry more money.
As for the "Preliminary Interpretation of Magic Techniques", he had already learned a lot of it. Some of the magic techniques that were not in line with his wood attribute aura, and the specific casting methods and processes were also kept in mind by him.
As for why I didn’t bring the Cold Rain Sword.
The reason is simpler.
If he is dealing with mortals, it doesn't matter whether he uses a sword or not.
When encountering a practitioner in the Qi training stage, he is at the ninth level of Qi training and is basically invincible at the same level.
If you encounter a foundation that cannot be defeated, if you are killed, the sword will fall into the hands of others, and you will lose this middle-grade Xuan-level item.
…
After equipping himself with these miscellaneous things, Qin Luo did half a set of radio gymnastics on the boat as a warm-up exercise.
After everything was ready, Qin Luo held a hemp rope in his hand. After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't tie it around his waist.
When he entered the water just now, he felt that the current was not too fast, and the view underwater was even better than on the surface, so even if he dived tens of meters without a rope, he didn't have to worry about finding the boat.
There is one more reason.
After entering the water, if you encounter any danger, the rope tied to your body will greatly restrict your movements and reduce your flexibility to avoid danger.
After careful consideration, Qin Luo took a deep breath, plunged into the swamp, and dived into the swamp.
Because he was wearing water-proof beads, he felt very relaxed the first time after entering the water, as if there was a thin film between his body and the lake water.
He swung his legs, stirred the lake water, and dived down quickly.
This is so strange.
If it were under a normal lake surface.
There should be fish around now.
Not to mention it is a place where fishermen like Daze, who can catch hundreds of catties with one net, are ecstatic.
Even if he brought a dragon bone with him, the pressure would not force all the fish within a few dozen meters to avoid it.
Now wherever he looked, there was deathly silence.
Qin Luo held his breath and continued to dive.
The more something is wrong, the more it means you are in the right place.
After all, except for the fog, the other scenes on the lake are no different from normal scenes.
But under the water.
The originally vibrant underwater world suddenly turned into a place of death, with weirdness everywhere.
Qin Luo dived down, looking up at the water from time to time.
After all, he still needs to use it to judge the depth of his dive and make sure that his boat has not been washed away by the current.
As he swam, he counted silently.
After all, that water-proof bead is only effective for ten minutes.
After seven or eight minutes of diving, he was about to go up.
When he counted to five hundred and thirty-one in his mind, he could see two groups of white lights suddenly appearing in the darkness below.
Qin Luo's thoughts moved, and his originally calm heart became turbulent.
The hard work paid off, and everything finally turned around.
It seems that my decision to dive was right.
If he had stayed on the water, he would still be facing a sky full of fog.
At least now, he can find out what's really wrong and slowly uncover the truth.
Thinking like this, Qin Luo kicked his legs and continued swimming towards the white light.
But the next moment, he looked at the white light underneath that seemed to move, and then he felt an uncomfortable feeling of being watched, and danger signals popped up in his heart.
Run!
He can't pass!
There is something terrifying in that white light!
No matter how curious you are about the truth, it must be based on the fact that this life is alive.
Suddenly.
The originally calm water was quickly stirred up, and the two groups of white light suddenly magnified in his eyes.
Qin Luo knew he couldn't leave.
He sighed, suppressed the trembling in his heart, and looked at the white light with a calm expression.
Even death.
You also need to understand clearly that you are dying in the hands of something.
Following the stirred up turbulence, the white light rushed toward him quickly, and Qin Luo was finally able to see clearly the two groups of white light.
This is not white light at all, but a pair of pupils.
The pupils of a huge white dragon.
…
"Lanke people at the foot of Lanke Mountain, where can you find immortality in this world?"
"It is better to go back and plant mulberry trees than to seek immortality and visit Taoism in vain."
It seemed that someone in the distance was reciting poetry in a low voice, reaching his ears, and Qin Luo woke up from his coma in a daze.
Opening your eyes slightly, you will see trees full of flowers, which are so beautiful that they are about to burn.
At this moment, he seemed to be lying under a peach tree.
Qin Luo still felt dizzy after waking up.
He didn't know whether he died and then entered what the system called "virtual space", or whether he was taken somewhere.
I only remember that before I fainted, a huge dragon with only its head visible but not its tail rushed towards me.
Under the tremendous pressure it exuded and the impact of the turbulent water, his vision went dark.
But the next second.
His tongue touched the soul-clearing pill stuck to the roof of his mouth.
Before he fainted, he tried to swallow this soul-clearing pill.
But under the terrifying pressure of the dragon's gaze, he could hardly move, and then the water hit his abdomen like a heavy hammer.
At that time, he could only grit his teeth and refused to spit out the pill in his mouth.
But this made Qin Luo sure.
He is probably not dead.
After all, the body cannot be taken away after death.
Otherwise, if he could bring the thing in his mouth to the virtual space and then to the next life, that would be too buggy, and the system would definitely not let him take advantage of this loophole.
But Qin Luo thought about it.
What if your body can be taken away and disappeared after death?
Then the body suddenly disappeared in the coffin during the burial, wouldn't it become a supernatural novel?
Or is there a rumor that "the ancestor of the Qin family ascended after his death"?
Qin Luo chuckled lightly and put away the messy thoughts in his mind.
He has not forgotten that his current situation is still unclear, and he needs to figure out the situation he is currently facing.
What awaits him may be an opportunity or a disaster.
But no matter what it is, you still have to face it after all.
Qin Luo slowly stood up and looked around cautiously.
Nearby were a few peach trees planted diagonally, and in the distance there were fertile fields, beautiful ponds, and mulberry and bamboo trees. However, there was not a single house in sight. Otherwise, he couldn't be sure of the few acres of fields.
Someone exists.
And when he raised his head and looked at the sky, he was stunned for a moment and was so shocked that he couldn't look away for a long time.
The entire sky is like a piece of blue-black amber, emitting a strange and deep light. The most eye-catching thing is the items "embedded" in this piece of "amber" - swaying water plants, schools of fish and...
That white dragon!
Qin Luo looked at the sky, or it could be said that he was silent under the water for a long time.
Now he knew where he was, which was a space opened at the bottom of the big swamp, and the entire big swamp was covered above to cover up the place.
What a grand gesture!
It can withstand the vast expanse of swamp at the source of four rivers, and use it to block a space.
Just when Qin Luo was sighing at this miracle, a shadow appeared quietly beside him.
"This fellow Taoist, welcome to visit our Qingyin Sect."