The lake is smooth and the distance seems to be clear at a glance, but it is not easy to walk. In view of the behavior of the White Deer Boy before and the caution of Uncle Gesang of the horse pot head, I didn't dare to make a mistake, and I didn't intend to rashly release the spirit and summon the night owl to fly over, but I had to rely on the soles of my own feet, step by step, and steadily walked towards the horse team.

It's better to be careful. Staying in awe of the unknown is probably the most useful thing I've learned from all these bizarre adventures I've experienced this year, and I haven't been one of them.

Sharon was tall, but she walked behind me. It can be seen that the delicate and quiet girl does not fully trust the white deer boy who looks weak after becoming a human. Her actions did not conflict with her previous concern for the boy, the pity was the compassion for the weak, and the vigilance was the instinctive wariness of strangers.

If she doesn't, I'll let her do the same. Of course, this foreign girl consciously maintained this kind of pincer formation with me, who was carrying the white deer boy, which also made me worry a lot. At the very least, it allows me to concentrate on my steps, and even dual-purpose, so that I can quietly absorb some of the precious and pure tranquility around me while lingering on the beautiful scenery.

The Tao is divided into yin and yang, and all things are vivid and quiet. In fact, when I was forging and practicing with Linda in the cruel environment of Li Kunlun, I vaguely felt the different forms of qi in the world.

The qi of movement naturally corresponds to the "yang" things in the world, including those that are ethereal and sublimated, the flames that flow outwardly, and even all kinds of enthusiastic and upward vitality.

The breath of tranquility, on the other hand, is yin to soft, commonly found in still water, and can also be extracted from those stagnant and obscure things, such as the 10,000-year-old ice in the polar regions.

In fact, as early as in Jin Siniang's study, when I read the classics, I had seen from an allusion that the known vitality in the world, completely pure yin and yang qi is quite rare, most of them are mixed with the five elements, mixed with turbid extensive qi, and the ultimate dynamic qi and static qi are even more difficult to find. And among the several pure heaven and earth qi mentioned in the dusty classics, there are two that I still remember vividly-

One is hidden in the black immovable ice, I can't estimate the far north, and I'm afraid I won't have the chance to meet. On the other hand, the classics do not explicitly state the location, but only vaguely describe: In the place surrounded by extremely quiet air, everything in time and space seems to be stagnant, often accompanied by beautiful water, and the magic power of catching wind and frozen clouds is hidden deeply.

What a wind catcher, Frozen Cloud! I felt that I could no longer remember the words of the original text, but when I looked up, I saw the cirrus clouds lazily standing on the edge of the blue sky overhead, and I only sighed at the subtlety of the obscure exposition.

Savor the vitality of using the reincarnation mirror to incorporate the sea of qi in the lower abdomen, and between swallowing and vomiting, I really found some characteristics that are different from other ordinary feng shui treasures. If you want to study the difference in detail, it is just like ** to the well water: as we all know, ** cold and obscure, but full of compressed Baohua, hiding semen and liquid, if the physique can absorb and refine, it is naturally much more nutritious than the sweet well water.

And the quiet air in the flat lake under the clouds, this is how I feel after trying to breathe it out. Although I can't be blessed at the moment, but fortunately, there is an Arcana Reincarnation Treasure Mirror, and it should not hurt to store some of it by its power, probably.

Inadvertently looking back, I found that the innocent and lively White Deer Boy had fallen asleep in this peaceful and quiet aura, but Sharon was still able to move without changing her face in this dignified environment full of extremely quiet air! Thinking about it, could it be that this has something to do with the fact that she has Northland ancestry, is naturally hardy, and can automatically resist the anger of suppressing and stagnating?

In this way, it can barely explain why this big girl can walk freely in the sad rain of Cangshan that day, it turns out that it is thanks to the adaptability of her birthplace that she has gradually grown into a stronger physique than ordinary people, like the descendants of other fighting people.

Just as I let my mind wander and figure out things I hadn't thought of before, we were getting closer and closer to our team.

The people of the horse gang naturally saw us, but they, including Luo Quan and the monks, should have been explained by Uncle Gesang before approaching Jinghu, even if they saw us coming, they didn't dare to act rashly, just waiting for us to approach at a steady speed.

When we got closer, Uncle Gesang, whose eyes were as sharp as the eagle of the plateau, still didn't say a word, and there was only a slight hint of surprise and wonder in his eyes. After looking at it from near and far for a while, he waved his hand and motioned for us to silently withdraw from the empty lakeside with the horses and mules who had finished drinking, and wait for him in the forest where the men and horses had rested.

According to the rules, Ma Guotou didn't speak, and others didn't dare to talk to us. As for whether we are afraid that we will be bewitched by monsters or bought by bad people, it is unknown. Anyway, the ancestors who set this rule should have suffered similar losses.

Therefore, even Luo Quan, when he saw us returning safely, wanted to come forward to talk, but he was already stopped by a few senior brothers who were quick to talk. In desperation, he had to nod lightly at us, glanced at the sleeping white deer boy on my back suspiciously, and stood aside, waiting for the pot head to come back before making a decision.

It wasn't until the last mule and horse had drunk the lake that Uncle Gesang, who had personally made the palace, came over at the end of the procession. Maybe it was because we lost him before that he made him more cautious, or maybe there was a god in this blue and mirror-like lake that made him pay so much attention and be careful.

Whatever the reason, however, seeing him walk towards us with the same steady pace as ever, I stopped thinking about it out of thin air.

"It's good to be back." The uncle's eagle-like eyes, though still bright, seemed to be much less guarded, and when he saw that our expression was calm and his breath was as usual, he did not say much, but simply comforted us, and asked the horses and mules to be returned to us by the horses and feet who were leading the leashes for us.

"What about the kid?" Before I could speak, the horse, who had been in charge of handing back the mules and horses and the goods to us, looked like a steward who had been following the pot for a long time, and the horse's feet came over and asked Uncle Gesang for instructions.

"Let's talk about it in the village." Before the pot spoke, he naturally stroked the sleeping white deer boy's head with his big dark and rough hand. Others thought that he was just looking at the tender boy and feeling pity, but I saw at a glance that when he stretched out his hand, the water-shaped mark on the back of his hand and forearm that seemed to symbolize the "blessing of the face" was inadvertently revealed.

Obviously, Uncle Gesang's eagle-like gaze had been staring at the dim mark. When the chapped palm brushed over the boy's head, the mark did not change. Subsequently, although the face of the pot head did not change much, the words that came out already implied a little warmth.

Seeing this, Sharon and I couldn't help but look at each other tacitly: Could it be that the similar marks on our forearms can really indicate danger?

There was no time for us to discuss the beauty of the "blessing of the face" under the sleeve robe, and after Uncle Gesang counted the number of people, he had already taken the lead and continued to rush to the horse gang road outside the forest.

Sharon and I, in view of the experience of the lost car before, could not stay any longer, so we quickly led our horses, placed the sleeping white deer boy on the side of the basket, covered them with blankets, and led the horses and followed the procession forward. This time, the two of us naturally didn't dare to walk at the end of the line again.

On the way, Luo Quan wanted to come over to talk to us several times, but those conformist senior brothers looked at him very closely and couldn't find a chance. And the horse gang estimated that because Fang Cai had rested by the Jinghu Lake, which was called "Ganhaizi" by a few local horses, Uncle Gesang naturally had no intention of camping, so we had to follow the army all the way.

Fortunately, there are many people, and it is inconvenient for Luo Quan to come over to exchange information, and the horses and feet around him do not have too many scruples. No, the local horse's foot, who was in the position of a horse in front of me, opened up the conversation with me when he took a zigzag bend up the mountain with the help of a horse.

Because his family is a native of Lijiang, the topic naturally started with the "Gan Haizi" who we had reunited with the horse gang before. According to him, this quiet lake is very strange, and it dries up most of the year, so everyone gave it such a name. However, despite the fact that the dry sea is dry for most of the year, it can be like this for a month or two, and suddenly it is magically filled with blue water.

As for when he will be able to meet this opportunity, even he can't say. He only knew that the old people said that only a true warrior like Uncle Gesang could be favored by the goddess of the sea, and that he could be inspired when the tide of the sea rose and fall, and that he could ask for a full stream of clear and sweet water according to the instructions of the gods and with the most pious etiquette.

"Really?" Listening to him foaming at the mouth of me, I didn't believe it in my heart. According to my understanding, although the haunting qi in this sea is wonderful, the water of the lake can't just disappear out of thin air, right? If so, does the water come from heaven? Will it seep into the ground again in a short time? Impossible.

Seeing that I didn't think so, the little brother still wanted to insist, but his voice was muffled by a rushing water whistle. It turned out that during the conversation between you and me, the team had come to a big river that came out of nowhere. Stretching out her head to look at Najiang, Sharon who had seen this kind of moat up close for the first time, couldn't help but gasp.

The river is not wide, and the distance between the two ends of the cliff is at most 50 or 60 meters. But the problem is that even a blind guy can imagine how turbulent the water is when he listens to it.

And in front of us, Uncle Gesang, who walked to the head of the bridge along the horse road that was half against the cliff and half near the river, had already tied up the head horse, and let an old horse hang a zipline on his feet and swing to the opposite side.

Well, I watched the people in the team glide across the rope bridge one after another with goods and mules and horses on the zipline prepared in their backpacks, and I could only watch in horror. Although I can be regarded as blessed with the supernatural powers of Vipassana channeling, when I see the horses and feet using this simple equipment to force such a natural danger without protection, my heart is only like the turbid waves of the river under my feet, and it is impossible not to make waves.

It's like tying yourself to a pillar and being blindfolded and throwing a throwing knife - gambling with your life! Whether it is a broken rope, or a loss of exhaustion, the mortal body falls into the boiling river, waiting for everyone, not only is there no corpse, it is simply no bones left. However, even so, there are still so many heroic sons and daughters on this difficult and dangerous caravan road, rushing one after another.

Among them, of course, there are interests driven, but is there no other than that, there is no trace of faith and pursuit? Tomb Hunter East White