Time flies, time does not live, and it has been a while since the opening of the Dragon Gate Secret Realm.

It's just that I don't know how many of the 3,000 people will be left when they come in, and how many will be left when they go out.

During this period of time, those who died at the mouth of demon beasts and those who died at the hands of outsiders, many people have found their own ways to die in this secret territory of the Dragon Gate.

And those who are still alive carry their opportunities, their regrets, and their expectations to move on.

The dead are long gone, and the living are alive.

Those who are alive and still wandering in the secret territory of Longmen to seek opportunities have begun to rush to the Longquan Mountain Range one after another.

The Longquan Mountain Range is the core of the Longmen Secret Realm, and it can be said that it includes all the top opportunities in the entire Longmen Secret Realm, but due to the pressure before, most people just wandered around the periphery of the Longquan Mountain Range, while adapting to the pressure brought by the secret realm, while strengthening their physique.

But anyone with some background behind him has a more or less understanding of the Dragon Gate Secret Realm, and knows when to go where and when to pick up something. Only those stunned young people like the two of them will run around like headless flies, some of these people gave their lives in vain, and some of them got the treasure by chance.

However, after the baby is in his hands, how many successful effects can be played, which is another big problem. Whether it is ninety percent or seventy percent or eighty percent, these are all particular, and this has also become a criterion for measuring the strength of a force.

If you have a treasure in vain, but you don't know how to use it, then the foundation of this power is not strong.

In the secret territory of Longmen, in addition to competing for their own luck, what they fight is the heritage behind them, and the people with rich background behind them stand on the shoulders of their predecessors to ascend, as long as they are not fools, standing on a high place, it is a sure thing.

And those who have a thin background behind them can only follow others to climb the heights honestly, as for whether they can catch up with the latecomers and catch up in the end.

It depends on the person and fate.

In the core area of the Longquan Mountains, an air bag slowly descended and landed on a meadow.

Although the speed at which the airbag descended was slow, fortunately, it did not attract the attention of any overlord-level demon beasts, so Dongluo and the others had a safe and sound journey.

Dongluo jumped out of the hanging basket, extinguished the pine oleoresin in the copper basin, and the swollen air sac gradually dried up and contracted and fell to the ground.

He put away the airbag and began to look around, although before landing, he had roughly surveyed the grass under his feet, but this Bi Jing is a secret realm of the Dragon Gate, and it is always right to be careful.

Fortunately, there is nothing wrong with it.

Dongluo squinted at the blue lake in front of him, the lake was peaceful, and occasionally a few Shaou skimmed the surface of the lake, causing ripples, which was not as beautiful as words.

If it weren't for the fact that he clearly knew that they were still in the secret territory of Longmen, by the lake wrapped in the Longquan Mountain Range, he would have wondered if they had gone to the wrong place.

On the meadow by the lake, there are gusts of lake breeze from time to time, and under the shade of green water and green mountains, the lake surface is sparkling and the water is rippling.

Dongluo and Luo Le looked at each other, both having the same question in their eyes.

Where is this?

At this moment, they are not much worse than those who have no background behind them.

Dongluo pondered for a moment and then said a little jokingly: "Why don't we walk along the lake and see if we can meet someone, and ask for directions by the way?"

There was no other way but to choose a random direction and walk along the lake.

The willows are still around, the green hills are half-hidden, the scenery is beautiful, and you won't feel bored when you walk up.

Dongluo raised his head and stretched out his hand to break off a few willow leaves from the willow branches that were blowing in the breeze, and braided them into a willow ring in a few clicks, and after squinting his eyes not far from Luole, he bent his elbows and strengthened his wrists, and the willow ring in his hand flew and put it on her head.

Dongluo clapped his hands and smiled, seemingly pleased with the result.

Luo Le was about to scold, but when she saw that there was a willow ring on her head, she muttered a few words in a low voice, and happily ran to the lake and fiddled with the willow ring on her head against the clear water.

The corners of Dongluo's mouth were slightly raised, and he also knitted a willow hat for himself, and the verdant willow leaves were waving in the wind, which was gratifying to look at.

Dongluo saw that Luo Le was still squatting by the lake and playing with the willow ring, Gu Ying felt sorry for himself, and he didn't urge, and there was nothing to urge.

It was originally a wandering around without a purpose, walking more, walking less, and what was the matter.

Dongluo took out the Pu knife and selected a wicker from the willow tree that was slightly thinner than the little thumb, placed it flat on the Zhenshan Mountain, and gently patted the wicker with the surface of the Pu knife, turning the wicker with his hands from time to time.

After Luo Le, who was looking at himself on the sidelines, saw his strange behavior, he asked with some curiosity, "What are you doing?"

Since she saw a series of immortal operations in the dragon tank, she has become more and more curious about Dongluo, and always feels that his brain is full of all kinds of strange things.

With a sigh of winter, he peeled off a piece of willow skin from the wicker, put it in the palm of his hand and observed it for a while before replying: "Do willow whistle." ”

"Willow whistle?" Luo Le surrounded him with some curiosity, only to see that the young man first used a Pu knife to intercept a piece of tubular natural willow whistle of thumb length from the willow skin, and then patted one end with the back of the knife, thinned with the blade, revealing a trace of goose yellow, and finally put it in his mouth and blew it hard, and the willow whistle sounded melodiously.

The whistle was not sharp, but rather a little deep and deep. It is like a song of birds and cicadas, resounding between the vast green mountains and green waters.

Luo Le's eyes lit up slightly, and she quickly got up to find the wicker, she also wanted to make a willow whistle by herself, she already knew the process of making it, and the next thing was to do it.

Dongluo smiled slightly, his cheeks bulged slightly, and after whistling behind her, he reminded: "To make a willow whistle, you must pick willow branches that are of moderate age and tender and have just the right thickness." When the willow branch is old, the skin cannot be peeled off, and it is not tender if it is tender, and the skin will crack when it is peeled off, and it cannot be made into a whistle. ”

The girl made a big leap and tore a wicker from the willow tree.

The girl who landed reached out and helped the willow hat that was crooked because of the jump, and also went to the town to learn the operation of Dongluo and concocted a willow whistle.

The girl puffed out her cheeks, and her little face was flushed, and she blew vigorously from the yellow end of the willow whistle, and then there was no faint sound.

There were only one or two short, rapid pops, which from time to time announced that it was indeed a willow whistle.

Dongluo forced a smile and pointed at the point of willow whistle goose yellow: "It needs to be thinned here to become a structure similar to a reed, and the reed can only make a sound when it vibrates." ”

Luo Le shaved the willow whistle again, endured the green taste of the willow skin, and gently blew the willow whistle in his mouth.

The voice is not the same as the willow whistle in Dongluo's mouth, his voice is a little sharp and loud, like a yellow bird under the willow leaves, calling for the return of spring.

Dongluo put away the town and mountains, and walked side by side with the girl, the lake water was soft, the grass and trees were soft, and the willow whistle came and went, like a frog chirping on the pond in a summer night.

Dongluo glanced at the girl who was blowing and grinned.

Although it is bitter in the mouth, it is sweet in the heart.

The young man rested his hands behind his head, tilted his head slightly, looked at the distant mountains, looked at the near water, and stepped on the soft grass from time to time.

When you come to the world, you have to bask in the sun.

Dongluo picked up a stone from his feet, flipped it over, and asked the girl beside him, "Do you know how to make a stone float on the water without the help of any tools?"

The girl squeezed out a few words from between her whistling teeth, "Defend things with qi." ”

Dongluo smiled in surprise, forgetting that this was a world of cultivators. Whether it is a person who cultivates martial arts or a person who cultivates the Tao, as long as the inner qi and true qi are released and wrapped around that stone, it is not difficult to say that it is floating in the water, even if it is floating in the sky.

Dongluo handed the small stone in his hand to the girl, "If it is a mortal person who can't resist things with qi, then what should he do." Like me. ”

The girl bit the willow whistle at the corner of her mouth, glanced at the young man, took the small stone from the young man's hand, squatted on the edge of the lake, and gently placed it on the water, but as soon as the stone was put up, it sank.

The girl scooped up the stone from the bottom of the water again, shook the water on it, turned her head and thought about it seriously and said, "I don't know." ”

Dongluo picked up a stone from his feet, clamped his thumb and middle finger, gently pressed his index finger, bent his waist slightly, and took a side step, and threw the stone in his hand to the water.

After striking the surface of the water, the stone jumped up again, fell down again, and bounced eight or nine times in a row before smashing headlong into the deep lake.

The young man patted the ash on his hand and said, "The disease of the torrent, as for the drifter, it is also powerful." As long as you are fast enough, you can make the stone float on the surface of the water without the help of any tools or the use of qi. ”

The girl stood up and also made a water float, it turns out that it is so simple to let the stone float on the water and compete?

The girl frowned slightly, and said with some doubts: "You say so much, you don't want to teach me to play water!"

The boy stopped talking.

Some of the words that came to his lips were taken back by him, and the young man looked down at his reflection in the lake, and smiled at the reflection in the lake, and the reflection in the lake smiled at him.

The young man let out a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but say, "Of course, I just want to teach you how to play water rafting! Think about such a beautiful lake and such a beautiful mountain, if you don't use it for water rafting, what a pity it would be!"

The girl nodded approvingly.

That's true.

So she picked up a few stones from her feet and threw them into the water, sighing at the stones that had been beaten for one or two, and complacent at those that had been beaten for more than ten drifts.

Dongluo raised his head slightly, looked at the sky, his throat moved slightly, he hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with his left hand, and a stream of blood with ice slag appeared in his hand.

He squatted quietly on the edge of the lake, put the blood in his hand in the lake, and a layer of thin ice invisible to the naked eye suddenly appeared on the surface of the lake.

And the girl who was playing happily on the side, as if she hadn't found anything, was still throwing stones.

Dongluo stood up and raised his right foot and gently placed it on the surface of the lake, which was the current state of his body.

Skate on thin ice.

Now he is like a rock, if he is not fast enough, he will not be able to step on the thin ice, he will not be able to float on the water, he will plunge headlong into the deep water, and he will never see the light of day.

The battle between fire and water is getting closer.

There wasn't much time left for him.

As for whether his physique was stronger than that Heavenly Dao seed in the end, or whether that Heavenly Dao seed crushed him.

God knows.

The only thing he could do now was to speed up, and speed up, so that his rock, which was walking on thin ice, would float on the water.

Dongluo smiled slightly, "Let's go! Keep going, the lake is so big, we can blow the willow whistle and float at the same time." ”

The girl sighed, and followed the young man.

When the girl got up, she couldn't help but look back at the lake.

The surface of the water in the sun is not the same as the surface of the ice.

But she didn't say anything, but quickly followed the teenager in front of her.

Blowing the willow whistle with him.

Spring goes to summer and arrives again, spring has passed, and today is the summer solstice.

The summer solstice, the solstice, the extreme.

......

The willow whistle blows, and the sound calls for the return of spring.