On the back of the cow, sat a scholar in a green shirt and a girl in a green skirt.
It was Li Qianyi and Xiao Qianjun, brothers and sisters.
After the revenge of Mrs. Feng Qi was settled, the young Jiang Shen invited them to Qingjiang Shrine as guests. The next day, because the passenger ship they were on was destroyed, the young Jiang Shen sent his old friend Zhenjiang Tongniu to give them a ride.
The Zhenjiang Bronze Ox is obviously made of copper juice, but it is like a living thing at this time. It is swimming in the river with a light posture and its back is very wide. Li Qianyi and Xiao Qianjun ride on it, which is very stable and comfortable.
It is already June, and Beizhi Gezhou, as the northern continent, is gradually getting a bit hotter. Today it is cloudless, the sun is shining brightly, and there is a river breeze blowing on the cow's back, which is quite cool.
Xiao Qianjun climbed on the horn of the cow and fished with a fishing rod.
Li Qingyi was reading leisurely.
It has been more than ten days since he left Hanzhou, and Li Qianyi has read dozens of books. Now the aura of awe-inspiring energy in his body has increased from the previous 9936 to 9972.
There are only twenty-eight volumes left to finish reading ten thousand books and develop ten thousand auras of greatness.
Prior to this, both ordinary Confucian disciples and great Confucian saints could only cultivate ninety-nine ways of awe-inspiring energy, and then they would open the Wen Palace and enter the second realm of Kai Meng.
As the only person in eternity who has broken the barrier and is expected to cultivate ten thousand auras of awe-inspiring energy, Li Changyi is also very curious about what will happen when ten thousand auras of awe-inspiring aura come into the world.
Bronze cows stroll along the river, and egrets fly up from time to time on both sides of the river, soaring between the water and the blue sky.
Li Changyi was leaning on Niufeng, holding a book in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, sipping peach blossom wine, feeling very uncomfortable.
Seven hundred miles eastward from the East Ring City, there is a large lake named Runhu. The Qingjiang River reaches the mouth of Runhu Lake. After the river and lake intersect, it turns to the southeast.
Donghua Mountain is in the northeast, so after passing Runhu Lake, Li Changyi and Xiao Qianjun had no choice but to change the water route to land and walk on foot.
According to the agreement with the young Jiang Shen, Tongniu will send them directly to Runhu and then return.
Li Qian took a sip of peach blossom wine, and just when he was about to let Jiang Feng turn the page of the book, Xiao Qianjun, who was sitting on the horn, suddenly shouted in surprise: "Elder brother, the fish float is moving, and finally a fish is hooked!"
Then she quickly retracted her pole and pulled up the hook.
Whoosh!
The fishing line picked up something, but it was not a fish, but an ugly green-shelled crab.
"Hey, why is it a crab?" Xiao Qianjun pouted, obviously a little disappointed.
She had been fishing all morning, and this was the first time something took the bait. She thought she was finally going to catch something, but she didn't expect it to be a big crab.
When the young Jiang Shen gave her the fishing rod, he clearly told her that there was a very spiritual thrush fish in the Qingjiang River that could sing.
If it is caught, it will sing in exchange for being released.
Both nearby fishermen and passing boat passengers are very fond of this unique spiritual fish in Qingjiang River. If they catch it by mistake or catch it by mistake, they will choose to release it after hearing their sweet songs.
If he doesn't let go, the young Jiang Shen will secretly use his magical powers to rescue him.
Xiao Qianjun was very curious about this kind of singing thrush fish. When he had nothing to do, he wanted to use the special bait made by Brother Jiangshen to invite them out to play.
Unexpectedly, no one gave me face.
This made the little guy feel a little discouraged.
The big green-shelled crab that was caught was as big as a washbasin. It was pulled up behind the cow, and its big eyes were spinning, exuding aura of aura.
When Xiao Qianjun saw it, he felt disgusted and wanted to throw it back into the river.
Suddenly she didn't know what came to mind and asked: "Little crab, do you know where the thrush fish have gone? I haven't seen them come out all morning. I have prepared a lot of delicious food for them."
The big green-shell crab looked at the girl in the green skirt in front of him, and then at the scholar in the green shirt not far away. There was a faint green light shining in a pair of big pincers.
"Little Crab, you'd better answer Xiao Qian'er honestly. If you dare to have other ideas, I'll kill you."
A clear and plain voice came into the mind of the big green-shell crab.
A pair of giant pincers that were about to fly immediately stopped and faded away.
He made a difficult voice: "Miss, all the thrush fishes went to the Qingliu River downstream this morning, and an eight-hundred-year-old turtle came there and invited them to be guests."
Qingliu River is a tributary of Qingjiang River, three hundred miles downstream.
Hearing the big crab speak, Xiao Qianjun was very happy: "You can actually talk. I thought you could only communicate with your spiritual consciousness. Are you about to transform?"
The big green-shell crab replied dully: "The little crab is no match for the young lady. I have been practicing cultivation for one hundred and fifty years, but I can only speak, but I can't yet transform."
"Oh, that's amazing. Why would you take the bait now that you're a psychic?"
The big green-shell crab glanced at the innocent girl in the green skirt in front of him, lowered his head slightly, and was not embarrassed to answer.
It originally sensed that the girl in the green skirt was full of spirituality, and wanted to risk a sneak attack in order to seize the essence of the spirit and monster to help transform her body.
Unexpectedly, there is an enigmatic scholar in blue shirt sitting on the back of the cow.
Now it no longer dares to ask for Xiao Qianjun's origin, but only wants to escape alive.
"Forget it, let's go."
Seeing that the big crab didn't say anything, Xiao Qianjun didn't force it, waved her hand and let it go.
The big crab with green shell didn't dare to move, but looked at Li Changyi at Niufeng.
Li Chaoyi didn't speak, he just turned the pages of the book.
Snap——
The big crab with green shell fell into the river. A mouthful of blood mist spurted out from the crab's mouth, and it fell into the sand at the bottom of the river.
If you dare to have bad intentions towards Xiao Qianjun, even if you haven't taken action yet, you still have to punish him.
The copper bull was silent and continued to stroll downstream.
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In the early morning of the next day, Tongniu carried Li Qianye and Xiao Qianjun to Runhu Lake.
Run Lake has a nice name, but it is actually a dangerous lake.
In the past two hundred years, dozens of Xianjia wars have occurred in Run Lake, and not even ten thousand but eight thousand Xianjia monks were buried at the bottom of the lake.
As a result, the once green and clear water of Runhu Lake has turned into a deep black.
Moreover, even on a clear day, the entire lake is shrouded in thick fog for at least eight or nine of the twelve hours a day.
Runhu Lake is vast, with a water area of 800 miles.
There are hundreds of small islands in the lake. There used to be immortal sects of different sizes on each island. They were very prosperous and were a holy place for cultivation in the south of the Eastern Territory.
Now the entire lake is shrouded in blood mist, turning into a murderous place.
No Xian monks dare to go up to the islands in the middle of the lake. There are only a dozen small islands near the shore. Due to the specialties in the lake, there are still some small sects left.
From Qingjiang to Donghua Mountain, crossing Runhu Lake is the shortest way, otherwise you have to make a long detour.
Today is the first day of the sixth lunar month, and there is only one month left before the Donghua Mountain Touring Festival on the first day of the seventh lunar month, so Li Changyi plans to go through Runhu Lake without taking a detour.
The bronze bull carried the brothers and sisters into Runhu Lake.
Just after crossing the lake entrance, they were shrouded in thick blood-colored fog. Even with the eyesight of Li Qianye and Xiao Qianjun, it was difficult to see clearly the scene several miles away.
In the thick fog of blood, fights and wailing sounds could be heard from time to time.
Even some thick fog can directly reproduce some bloody fighting scenes from that year, which are very tragic.
Li Qianyi used his awe-inspiring aura to transform into a body-protecting divine weapon, covering himself and Xiao Qianjun.
Sitting down on the bronze bull, his eyes released two rays of brass-colored light, illuminating the blood-colored thick fog and moving forward steadily.
Soon a cow and two people passed by a small island.
Li Chaoyi and Xiao Qianjun saw the ruins on the island. The ancestral land of a certain sect had been turned into ruins without a trace of life.
Two hours later, we passed more than a dozen islands.
Every island in the lake is the same. The thick fog drifts away from the island, and occasionally the true appearance is revealed, but all you can see is a piece of black scorched earth, and various broken and damaged spiritual weapons.
"Elder brother, why are the sects on these islands fighting in such a situation? Could it be that there are some masterminds behind the scenes?" Xiao Qianjun couldn't help but ask.
She thought of the genocide of the Feng family she had just experienced.
When Mrs. Feng Qi took revenge, a mist enveloped the Qingjiang River, and there was an evil writing brush behind it.
Li Chaoyi shook his head slightly and said: "All the immortal sects in the Eastern Territory are very secretive about the fact that Run Lake turned into a fierce lake. Even Zhaohu Academy, one of the four major Confucian academies in the Eastern Territory, wrote a book mentioning Run Lake.
At the time of the lake, the words were unclear."
"So we can only guess that this lake must be involved in a big cause and effect."
"As for whether there is someone behind the scenes who did this deliberately, it is currently unclear."
Xiao Qianjun seemed to understand what he heard. Looking at the thick bloody fog spreading everywhere, he felt a little scared and jumped on the senior brother's shoulder.
Li went to touch her head to comfort her.
The copper bull continued to move forward, and another hour passed.
When he arrived at the center of the lake, Xiao Qianjun suddenly pointed to the right and shouted: "Elder brother, there is a person on that small island!"
Li looked towards the sound and saw a figure sitting cross-legged on a small island in front of him.
Beside the figure sitting cross-legged, there was a fierce long knife stuck in it.
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