Fishermen on the edge of Daze have stopped fishing.
The legend passed down a hundred years ago has become so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that parents can even stop their children from crying at night by saying, "If you don't obey me again, I will throw you on a boat in Daze during the foggy weather."
certainly.
The more important point is that fishing is not like farming. If farmers do not work in the crop fields for a day, the seedlings may be exposed to the sun and wither, or the roots may be eaten away by insects.
If fishermen don't go out for a day, they can mend nets and repair fishing boats at home.
What's more, even if they go fishing, it's not uncommon to find nothing at the end of the day.
Therefore, there is no need for them to risk going out in such dangerous weather.
At this moment.
Qin Luo stood by the deserted Daze.
The only sound that can be heard is the waves hitting the rocks on the shore when the tide rises and falls, leaving behind the cheerful laughter of the lake.
He did not choose to rent a boat this time.
After all, the rumors he left here last time were entered into the county annals and circulated for hundreds of years.
If he does this again, it is estimated that no one will dare to come to the foggy days near Daze for the next few thousand years.
Thinking of this, Qin Luo pursed his lips and smiled.
I am probably the only one who can see the traces left by myself in the world in my previous life.
This sense of intersection of time and space is truly wonderful.
What do people want in this world?
Maybe everyone will give a different answer.
Some people want to be happy and have a clear conscience.
Some people seek to leave their name in history and serve the country and the people.
There are also people who wish to live forever and enjoy eternal prosperity.
What a person desires in his heart is his driving force, supporting his continuous progress in life.
When what he seeks is destroyed, he is not far away from madness and death.
For example, those who seek freedom are imprisoned, those who seek protection for all people see their country shattered, and those who seek immortality are dying.
What they were doing at that time no longer mattered.
Because their hearts are dead.
For a person whose heart has died, even if he survives in the future, all he will do is sweep the graves in this world, and he will be buried in the graves.
While waiting for the fog on the swamp to become thicker, Qin Luo sat on the rock on the shore and propped his head, taking advantage of this free time to think.
This was also something he paid attention to again after coming out of Lingxiu City.
Cultivating one's spiritual power is important, but cultivating one's mind is equally important.
In the past, I paid more attention to the two aspects of scheming and mental tricks.
After all, rectifying the internal forces in the country and planning against the Taoist Alliance require constant layout and timely adjustment of plans on the spot to resolve any surprises that arise.
And he didn't temper his mind too much.
Encountering an illusion in Lingxiu City and almost falling into it several times was a wake-up call for him.
but.
Fortunately, I have enough time to strengthen this aspect in the future.
Slowly exhaling a breath of fresh air, the white fog on the swamp was so thick that even Qin Luo's eyesight was not enough to see the scenery two hundred meters away.
So he stood up and jumped up, with his toes on the water, and headed towards the center of the river.
As for why he didn't use the flying boat, Qin Luo was mainly afraid that the little white dragon under the water would misunderstand and attack him.
When the time comes that his only flying boat is damaged, it will be more of a loss than a gain.
Although the foundation-building monks cannot fly in the air, they can walk freely on the water without any problems.
So he just touched the water step by step, leaving a circle of ripples, until the ripples were getting farther and farther away from the lake shore. Even if the ripples spread with the water flow, they could not touch the rocks on the shore.
At this time, Qin Luo estimated that he had entered the range of the Qingyin Sect's sect-protecting formation.
So he took a deep breath, dived straight into the water as he had done in his previous life, and began to actively look for traces of the little white dragon.
You know, the Qingyin Sect's residence is actually not that easy to enter.
It was not like he had never dived into the water on a normal day to look for traces of the Qingyin Sect's headquarters.
But at that time, even if he dived to the bottom of the lake, all he saw was the mud at the bottom of the lake. When he opened it, there was a layer of rocks underneath, without even a trace of the Qingyin Sect's existence.
certainly.
My own strength is still too low.
This Qingyin Sect's sect-protecting formation is used to defend against those from the Taoist Alliance.
If a small foundation-building monk like me can discover and examine it, then what kind of Taoist alliance can this formation protect against?
Qin Luo activated his hunter instinct while diving.
According to normal conditions.
The Protector Dragon of the Qingyin Sect must be the strongest creature living in this vast swamp.
After a while.
Qin Luo, who was wandering in the swamp, sensed the existence of that aura.
Qin Luo slowly approached it and saw the two familiar lights.
The next second.
It rushed towards him.
…
Qingyin Sect.
Under the peach tree.
Qiu An was holding a yellowed book in his hand, reading it with a smile on his face.
Although he has read the story of "Butterfly Lovers" more than ten times, every time he reads the sentence "I dare not look at Guanyin from now on", the corners of his mouth will turn up crazily and unconsciously.
Although he didn't have the chance to find a Taoist companion, it didn't matter.
After all, for things like love, it’s more fun to watch others talk about it.
He estimated the number of pages with his hands and found that there were about ten pages left before Liang Zhu and the two of them decided to make a private decision.
Except for the first time, every time he finished reading that scene, he stopped reading.
Just like when he was reading the book Three Kingdoms, when he read about Guan Yu's defeat at Maicheng, he seldom looked back. When he read about Wuzhangyuan, he completely threw it aside.
The story behind Butterfly Lovers was so sad that he would rather imagine a perfect happy ending than hope that the couple he loved during this period would die and have to meet again in hell.
If he hadn't asked Brother Qin back then and this story was just made up by him, he would have asked Uncle Bai to let him out and cut the father and son of the Ma family into pieces!
Just as he was immersed in the book, he suddenly heard a noise above him and was suddenly startled.
I am here to guard the formation and ensure that there is no problem with its charging.
Now he is distracted while reading. If Uncle Bai finds out, he will not be able to invite himself to drink tea and torture himself to death.
He suddenly raised his head and observed the formation above.
After a few breaths, Qiu An breathed a sigh of relief.
He pursed his lips and muttered in his mind: It turns out it was Xiaobai who made the noise up there. I don't know if he discovered something or met his 'white lady'.
The next moment.
He was about to lower his head when he watched Xiaobai rush down from Daze, pass through the formation, and arrive inside the sect.
The most important thing is that there seems to be a figure on Xiaobai's back.
This startled him, and he hurriedly stuffed the book in his arms. He wanted to go to the attic and ask Uncle Bai to stop drinking tea. It seemed like something big had happened now.