The fish in the water, happily swimming in the pool, occasionally passing under the lotus stems and leaves, are also quickly rowed, you chase me, scrambling, as if racing back and forth. The plain-clothed scholar smiled: "I haven't fed you for a long time, but they are still rowing so happily and quickly, it seems that I have to be hungry for some time before feeding." ”

In the eyes of this manifest lord, this cave pool is crisscrossed by lines, in which the number of fish is extremely large, but their own color and variety are exactly the same, some varieties may not be the same, the length is not the same, just like people are not similar, but the color is red, there is no other color.

In the early years, Zhang Xianjun first arrived at the Confucian Temple, entered the Confucian Temple, when he built his own cultivation cave, there was no lack of some mountain immortals specially shown goodwill, sent valuable gift ornaments, among which there were a lot of fish fry, but this manifestation was not a want, he had personally traveled to the world for a long time, all over the mountains and rivers, small to mountain streams, large to transcontinental rivers, he had been involved, not for others, only to collect the world's fish fry, and the color must be unified, when the success returns, the number of fish fry is not much and no less, for the number of ninety-nine, raised in this pool, by the great road luck to nourish, these fish seem to be also stained with the immortal weather, consistent to the present, the number of fish in the pond has never changed, not a lot of ninety-nine, not many ninety-nine, just ninety-nine.

Later, someone came to this cave as a guest, and when chatting, he was also quite curious about the number and color of the fish, Zhang Xianjun also patiently answered, in his eyes, or in his heart, this square cave can also be described as the world, and even several worlds, and the unified tone of the fish can be the people of the human race all over the world, not allowing other colors of fish to break in, breaking this tranquility, what he wants to express, has been overflowing.

The world of the Nanzhou Demon Clan must be eliminated from the human territory and disappear forever.

The plain-clothed scholar stood on the bridge for a long time with his hands in his sleeves, then clapped his hands and turned around and went down the wooden bridge to return to the small courtyard. However, after not taking a few steps, Xiaotiandi felt some subtle movements in the pool behind him, which intensified.

Zhang Xianjun turned around and walked over, not on the bridge, but came to the pool to stop and stand. At first, the surface of the pool seemed to fall into a drop of water, creating a circle of water ripples, and the outer ripples rippled to a few feet in diameter and no longer spread. The ripples in the center are superimposed several times, and finally present the appearance of a bronze mirror.

The ripples in the mirror smoothed out, and then Pang Beidou's face was revealed, grinning, and waving his hand to say hello, "Xianjun, don't be surprised, don't be surprised!"

The plain-clothed scholar simply straightened his sleeve robe, squatted directly on the ground, looked at the magic power on this mountain up close, and said with a smile: "What is the surprise here, it should be regarded as good news, I am looking for you, and you sent it to the door yourself." After that, his mind moved slightly, and the silk technique went deep into the mirror and water, trying to perceive, but he couldn't find the exact location of the other party?!

Pang Beidou smiled: "Don't waste your efforts, I dare to do this, naturally I am not afraid that you will perceive me, I am not stupid." ”

Zhang Xianjun tried several times to no avail, feeling blocked by some inexplicable force, and finally simply accepted his magical powers, staring at the other party and not speaking.

Pang Beidou looked through this mirror and said with a smile: "Don't be in a hurry to arrest me first, guess where I am now?"

The supernatural perception was fruitless, Zhang Xianjun was too lazy to talk nonsense, "If there is a fart, let it go." ”

There was a string of tut-tuts, the young Taoist smiled and stretched out his hand as if moving something, the direction of the mirror flower and the moon moved, and not far behind him there was this huge whirlpool, which appeared in the mirror flower and the moon.

Zhang Xianjun squatted on the edge of the pool alone and asked, "What are you doing in the Eye of the North Wind, don't think that I can't arrest you if I go to the forbidden land." ”

Pang Beidou realized it later, and shouted that it was not good, didn't he expose his position, that guy didn't come directly, but after thinking about it carefully, how could the other party have to take some time to come here, it can't be there in an instant, it also takes time to tear the space, and then waved his hand and said: "You are wrong, where is this Eye of the North Wind, this is just a whirlpool ferry, not a forbidden place, not a forbidden place." ”

Zhang Xianjun secretly said a big fool, and then shouted "Guard" to Jinghua Shuiyue and came out to speak. Hearing this, the next moment, a figure appeared in front of Jinghua Shuiyue regardless of how Pang Beidou waved his hand to stop him, and saluted the other side, which was regarded as a greeting.

Pang Beidou was angry, "Why do you little old man not talk about martial arts so much, and you cover for me when you say yes, why don't you regret it and don't admit it." ”

The old man muttered on the side: "Then you didn't tell me that the person who captured you was a saint of the Temple of Literature." ”

Pang Beidou said: "Look at your little guts. Then he pretended not to be in a hurry, waved his hand at Jinghua Shuiyue and said that he would talk about it next time, he was going to be busy, but he was actually going to run away, but when he found that he was about to close the Jinghua Shuiyue by casting a magic spell, he found that the other party was indifferent and completely out of control.

Next to the pool, Zhang Xianjun finally straightened his waist, raised his right hand slightly, and the square mirror on the surface of the pool flowed from the water surface and hovered in front of the plain-clothed scholar. The latter looked at the young Taoist in the mirror flower and sneered: "How dare you play in front of me!"

Then, from Pang Beidou's perspective, the figure of the plain-clothed scholar who existed in the mirror like a mustard seed suddenly rose up, and the next moment it passed directly through the mirror body and appeared in front of him.

The old man was startled at first, but he was relieved in an instant, a saint, it is not uncommon to have some rare magical powers, and then he clasped his fist and saluted at the plain book standing opposite, "I have seen the saint." ”

Pang Beidou was speechless, and said in his heart, how can you do anything, this kind of distance directly through the mirror flowers and water moon to another space through I don't know how many miles, how did you do this kind of inhuman supernatural power? !

I knew that I couldn't go, so I waved my hand, looked depressed, and found a stone not far away as a bench to sit down, covering my head with one hand, not knowing what to think.

Zhang Xianjun has also seen it now, so he is naturally not afraid that the other party will run away, and then his eyes turned to the old man in the black robe, and asked, "Why did he suddenly come to your side?" At that time, the three of them parted ways from Sanqing Mountain, Cui Hathan naturally returned to his hometown and descended to the immortals, Pang Beidou thought that he would run away in order to avoid his pursuit, but no one expected that this guy would actually settle under his nose, but he had to come to the eye of the north wind to do something.

The short old man said: "The eye of the north wind seems to be a little abnormal, maybe Mr. Big also noticed something, now that the Tang Dynasty catastrophe is coming, there will always be a strange feeling spreading in my heart." ”

Zhang Xianjun looked at the huge whirlpool in the middle of the canyon and said, "Why didn't you report to the Temple of Literature?" ”

The old man explained, "I thought it wouldn't be too late to report to the Temple of Literature after confirming what the change was. ”

The Manifestation said: "What if there is really a big problem, what if you don't report it in time, and cause immeasurable consequences, you know better than us where this forbidden land came from, you know better where it leads, once something goes wrong here, what the consequences are, you know better than me." ”

The old man hurriedly clenched his fists and said, "The lesson of the manifestation is yes." ”

The reason why the Eye of the North Wind is called the forbidden land is because the killing and devouring power here is too heavy, and the end of the vortex is actually linked to another space, once the passage is opened from it, it will be a catastrophe for the Terran world.

Zhang Xianjun glanced around, walked over to the young Taoist who was sitting on the stone with a hammer head, and kicked the other party, "Let's talk about it, what are you doing running this way." ”

Pang Beidou raised his neck and said: "What can I do here, Jiuzhou is so big, poor me Pang Beidou has nowhere to go." ”

Zhang Xianjun was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and said: "Don't come to this set, explain honestly, what are you doing here." ”

Pang Beidou sat on the stone and was too lazy to talk nonsense, his hands were simply clasped in his sleeves, he just ignored it and didn't say anything, see what you can do to me.

The plain-clothed scholar smiled helplessly, he really wanted to slap him on the head, there was no way, and he couldn't beat him, so he turned his head and asked, "Shou Ban, what did Mr. Big come here to talk to you about, what did he do?" ”

The old man who was guarding the ban raised his head and snorted, and saw the young Taoist who was originally squatting on the stone with his head bowed suddenly stood up and glared at him.

The old man is bitter in his heart, and he said that if you want to ask how good it is, you will not be able to hear it from me if you answer it, and you will not make me offend people.

"Manifestation, I ......"

Zhang Xianjun glanced back at Pang Beidou and glared, the latter cut and squatted down again.

The old man hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Mr. Big is here to shuttle to the end of the passage through the Eye of the North Wind. ”

Pang Beidou got up and pointed at the old man who was guarding the ban, and scolded by name: "Guarding the ban, you don't talk about martial arts!"

The short old man looked helpless, this saint is standing here, I say it or not, it's not the same, why do you want to offend more powerful people.

Zhang Xianjun nodded, turned to look at the young Taoist, and asked, "Is that so?"

Pang Beidou simply said straightforwardly: "Since you are here, I won't hide it from you, is there a way for you to send me over unharmed, or some secret method, teach me." ”

The plain-clothed scholar glanced at the huge wind eye not far away, turned around and kicked the young Taoist to the ground, the latter looked incredulous, sat on the ground and shouted, "Zhang Xianjun, why are you kicking me?!"

The plain-clothed scholar walked up to the young Taoist, picked it up, and said coldly: "Kick you, I'm going to beat you, are you really sick like Dao Yuan's kid said, and it's not such a way to die if you want to die, I can go directly through the eye of the north wind and go directly, and I can hand the sword to Nanzhou now, but all this is outside the rules, everything you do is outside the rules, I thought you could be a little conscious when I released you, but I didn't expect to be still not dead." ”

The young Taoist broke free from Zhang Xianjun's palm and shouted: "So what, anyway, the final goal is to start a war, wait a while, the result will be the same soon, what's wrong with me doing this." ”

The old man simply walked to the side and meditated, who doesn't know the relationship between these two people, they definitely can't fight, and they should quarrel, but it's harmless, and they still have to pay attention to the movement of the eye of the wind.

Zhang Xianjun didn't speak, his peach blossom eyes were indifferent, and the young Taoist continued to roar: "I have nightmares every few days since I practiced, I dreamed of the light and tranquility of a thousand years ago, my mother, my father and my little sister were killed alive by the demon clan in front of my eyes, you let me obey the rules, so who will abide by Lao Tzu's rules." ”

Zhang Xianjun's face was helpless, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and put it on the young Taoist's shoulder, and it took a long time to say a word,

"Wait a little longer......"