"Immortal... It's here..."

The woodcutter led the way, and not only was the village small, but each house was far apart. In almost every household, there are very few households connected by roads.

Zhang Daoran took Bai Yiyuan to the woodcutter's house, and almost didn't meet anyone along the way.

The woodcutter's house is located in the middle of the mountainside, with mud as the wall, thatch as the roof, and the fence as the yard. The house is not big, but there are only three or five rooms, and there is a flock of grass chickens running around in the yard.

A woman who looked no more than 50 years old was feeding chickens. The woman was dressed plainly, but not shabby. The face was ruddy, and there was no hunger.

"Mother..."

The woodcutter walked quickly into the yard and put down the firewood: "An immortal has come to our house..."

The woman who was feeding the chickens shook her hand and almost lost the dustpan. Looking outside the fence wall, Zhang Daoran took Bai Yiyuan with her, the woman looked panicked, and hurriedly knelt down: "The old woman greets the immortal..."

It was still far away, and after just one meeting, the woman was so flustered that she didn't dare to raise her head.

Zhang Daoran frowned, thinking that when he came here, he would meet someone with a normal demeanor towards him. Unexpectedly, when the woodcutter saw that his expression was as usual, the woman, like everyone else, was in awe of the cultivator...

"Squeak..."

Bai Yiyuan shouted, also knelt on the ground, and bowed to the woman.

Seeing this, the woodcutter glanced at Zhang Daoran, and found that Zhang Daoran frowned, and hurriedly pulled up the woman: "Mother, this immortal is different, he doesn't like others to bow down to him..."

This young immortal is like no other. Not only does it feel gentle and easy to get close to, but it also doesn't like to be bowed down to by others. The woodcutter knew that the other disciples of the Immortal Sect liked to be high up on him, and everyone bowed down to him.

"Thank you, Immortal..."

The woman stood up, still bowing her head, not daring to look at Zhang Daoran's appearance: "Ah Heng, you beckon the immortal chief to come in and sit..."

"Whoa... I see..."

The woodcutter Ah Heng hurriedly walked out of the fence courtyard: "Immortal Chief, you can go in and rest for a while..."

Zhang Daoran walked into the fence courtyard at this time, and actually had some complicated feelings in his heart.

A person of modern civilization cannot adapt to ancient life. Zhang Daoran is like this, the concept of equality, in this world, there is a strong conflict.

"Immortal Chief, please take a seat..."

There was a smoothed stone in the yard, and around the stone, there were several irregular, smoothed small stones. Everything is simple and incredible, this will be an ordinary family.

Zhang Daoran sat on the stones, looking at this small courtyard, in fact, his mind had been released, and he carefully sensed the mysterious aura that appeared at the beginning.

After searching carefully several times, but finding nothing, Zhang Daoran had no choice but to give up: "What is it that can hide from the peeps of the poor road?"

It's an absolute treasure!

Zhang Daoran inexplicably remembered the news about that strange treasure that he had just come to this world and heard in the Qingfeng View: "Is it that strange treasure?"

"Treasures are virtuous, and the poor are not extravagant..."

For treasures, Zhang Daoran is not particularly persistent. Cultivation is based on one's own cultivation and realm, and external objects are external objects after all. Zhang Daoran himself is a very high cultivation realm, and he rarely uses treasures, and Zhang Daoran does not have any decent treasures in his hands.

"Immortal Chief, please drink water..."

A ceramic bowl was placed in front of him, and a bowl of water was filled inside.

The woodcutter Ah Heng said: "This is the water of the pool, it is very clear and slightly sweet..."

Zhang Daoran's eyes were like electricity, he glanced at the water in the bowl, and frowned. The water is ordinary, nothing special. But this bowl of water made Zhang Daoran feel that mysterious atmosphere.

The mystery flickered away and was immediately difficult to capture.

"It's not Reiki..."

Zhang Daoran picked up the bowl and took a sip.

There's nothing special about it, it's just ordinary water.

"Where's the pool?"

Zhang Daoran put down the bowl and became interested in this pool.

The woodcutter Ah Heng was slightly stunned, and then pointed to the back of the house: "The pool is behind the house... If you want to see it, you can follow me..."

Zhang Daoran stood up and followed behind the woodcutter Ah Heng.

Behind this house, there is a mountain. The house was built halfway up the hill, and behind the house was a small puddle no more than three meters in circumference. The water is only three feet deep, and it is crystal clear.

There are no traces of springs in the pool, and there is no flow of water into the pool from elsewhere.

Zhang Daoran squatted down, stretched out his hand and touched it, and a ripple slowly dispersed.

Other than that, the pool is dead silent, and there is nothing special about it.

"This pool of water, in the past ten years, has it not been dry?"

The depth of this pool is less than one meter, the radius is only three flats, and the water around it is shallow, and the water in the middle is deep. There are no two cubes in this pool of water... If so, how much can be watered?

Not to mention watering the ground, even if it is a few days later, the water in this pool evaporates and seeps into the mountain, and there is not much water left.

"This waterhole is weird..."

The woodcutter Ah Heng was full of memories: "Actually, this waterhole appeared ten years ago, and it was like this as soon as it appeared. Even if he continued to carry water out, the pool water did not decrease. It's been ten years, and the water in the pool has not decreased by a bit, and it hasn't increased by half a cent......"

"That's weird..."

Zhang Daoran also felt incredible, in ten years, there has been no change in the pool...

This pool has no water source, and no dark spring gushing... Even, in Zhang Daoran's thoughts, under the waterhole, a mountain rock, dry and abnormal...

Shen Nian went deep into the waterhole again, and Zhang Daoran searched carefully, inch by inch, without letting go of any place.

The bottom of the waterhole is very clean, no mud, no sand and gravel.

It's smooth, mirror-like.

The sun is blocked by the houses here, otherwise, Zhang Daoran has no doubt that if the sun shines on the waterhole, the waterhole will definitely reflect the light......

"Poor Dao may understand..."

Zhang Daoran smiled slightly, and there were some eyebrows in his heart: "Wait until tomorrow, when the sun shines on the waterhole, the mystery will be revealed..."

When I first entered the village, that light curtain was because of this season, which was summer.

The waterhole is not at the back of the house, but at some distance.

When the sun sets in the west, some of it is deflected to the northwest, and it happens to shine on the waterhole, and there will be the light curtain and breath that I saw at the beginning...

The woodcutter Ah Heng didn't understand what Zhang Daoran was going to do, he was covered in clouds and fog, and he felt inexplicable.

"Immortal Chief, wait until tomorrow to reveal the mystery?"

What's the secret here?

Isn't it just a small pool?

Zhang Daoran didn't explain, stood up and walked towards the courtyard: "You may know tomorrow..."

The mystery has been thoroughly verified, Zhang Daoran himself doesn't dare to confirm it, where does he know what the mystery is?

"Squeak..."

Just stood up to leave, has been honest, rare and well-behaved Bai Yiyuan, and he is not naughty.

But when he was about to leave, Bai Yiyuan suddenly screamed, jumped to the edge of the pool, and kept stirring the pool: "Squeak......"

The cry was a little complicated, it seemed to be a little frightened, it seemed a little excited, and more of a kind of uneasiness.

"Monkeys..."

Zhang Daoran frowned, and Bai Yiyuan was naughty again.

"Squeak..."

Bai Yiyuan didn't come to Zhang Daoran's side very well-behaved this time, he squeaked and began to circle around the waterhole. Three circles on the left, three circles on the right...

"Poof..."

Bai Yiyuan staggered, as if he was drunk, and by the waterhole, one stood unsteadily, and planted himself headlong into the pool...