It's another foggy day.

Fishermen on the Osawa side have stopped fishing.

The legend handed down a hundred years ago has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and parents can even use the words "If you are disobedient, I will throw you on Daze's boat on a foggy day" to stop children from crying at night.

Of course.

More importantly, fishing is not like farming, farmers do not go to work in the fields for a day, and the seedlings may die from the sun, or the roots will be eaten by insects.

Fishermen, on the other hand, do not go out for a day, so they can mend their nets at home and repair their fishing boats.

Moreover, even if they go out to fish, it is not uncommon for them to have no harvest at the end of the day.

Therefore, there is no need for them to venture out in such dangerous weather.

At this moment.

Qin Luo stood by the empty Daze.

The only sound that can be heard is when the tide rises and falls, and the waves crash against the rocks on the shore, leaving behind the cheerful laughter of the lake.

He didn't choose to rent a boat this time.

After all, the rumors he left here last time entered the county chronicles and have been circulating for a hundred years.

If he does it again, it is estimated that in the next few thousand years, no one will dare to come to the foggy sky on the edge of Daze.

Thinking like this, Qin Luo pursed his lips and smiled.

can see the traces left by yourself in the world in your previous life, and it is estimated that you are the only one.

This sense of interlacing in time and space is indeed very wonderful.

What do people want in the world?

Maybe everyone will give a different answer.

Some people want to be happy and have a clear conscience.

Some people ask to leave a name in history, for the country and the people.

There are also people who seek immortality and eternal prosperity.

What a person's heart desires is his driving force, which supports his life to keep moving forward.

When what he asks for is destroyed, then he is not far from madness, from death.

It is like those who seek to be free are imprisoned, those who seek to protect all the people see the country broken and the mountains and rivers are broken, and those who seek immortality are dying.

It doesn't matter what they were doing at that time.

for their hearts are dead.

A person whose heart has died, even if he survives in the future, will only do more than sweep the grave in the world, and what is buried in the grave is himself.

While waiting for the fog on Daze to become thicker, Qin Luo sat on the rocks on the shore and propped his head on, taking advantage of this leisure time to think.

This is also a point that he has refocused on since he came out of Lingxiu City.

Spiritual power is important for cultivating the Tao, and cultivating the mind is equally important.

I used to pay more attention to the two aspects of scheming and mental skills.

After all, rectifying the internal forces of the Dan State and planning against the Dao Alliance requires continuous layout, and timely adjustment of the plan to solve the accidents.

And he doesn't have much to temper his mind.

encountered a fantasy in Lingxiu City, and almost fell into it several times, which sounded the alarm for him.

But.

Fortunately, I have enough time to strengthen this aspect in the future.

Slowly exhaling a breath of fresh air, the white mist on Daze was so thick that even Qin Luo's eyesight was not enough to see the scenery two hundred meters away.

So he got up and jumped up, put his toes on the water, and headed towards the center of the river.

As for why he didn't use the flying boat, Qin Luo was mainly afraid that the little white Jiao under the water would misunderstand and make a move on him.

When the only flying boat is damaged, it will be more than worth the loss.

Although the Tsukiji monk could not walk in the air, he still had no problem walking on the water freely.

So he just clicked on the surface of the water step by step, leaving a circle of ripples, until the ripples were getting farther and farther away from the shore of the lake, and the ripples could not touch the rocks on the shore even if they spread with the current.

At this time, Qin Luo estimated that he had entered the scope of the Qingyin Sect's Protector Sect Array.

So he took a deep breath, and as he had done in his previous life, he dived straight into the water and began to actively look for the traces of the little white jiao.

You must know that the residence of the Qingyin Sect is actually not so easy to enter.

It's not that he hasn't dived into the water on a normal day to find traces of the Qingyin Sect's station.

But at that time, even if he dived to the bottom of Daze, all he saw was the mud at the bottom of the lake, and when he opened it with his hands, there was a layer of rocks underneath, and there was not even a trace of the existence of the Qingyin Sect.

Of course.

His strength is still too low.

This Qingyin Sect's Sect Protector Array is used to defend against those of the Dao Alliance.

If a small foundation building monk can find out the details, then what kind of Dao alliance does this formation prevent.

As Qin Luo dived, he turned on the hunter instinct.

As normal.

The Protector of the Qingyin Sect Jiaolong must be the strongest creature living in this Daze.

A moment later.

Qin Luo, who was cruising in Daze, sensed the existence of that breath.

Qin Luo slowly approached it, and saw those two familiar lights.

The next second.

It lunged at itself.

……

Qingyin Sect.

Under the peach tree.

Qiu An was holding a yellowed book in his hand, reading it with a smile on his aunt's face.

Although he has read the story of "Liang Zhu" more than ten times, every time he reads the sentence "I dare not look at Guanyin from now on", the corners of his mouth will unconsciously turn up wildly.

Although he didn't have a chance to find a Taoist companion, it didn't matter.

After all, something like falling in love is better to watch others talk about it.

He estimated the number of pages with his hand, and there were about ten pages left before Liang Zhu and the two of them made a private agreement for life.

Except for the first time, every time he watched the scene in the future, he didn't read it anymore.

Just like when he read the book of the Three Kingdoms, when he read that Guan Yu was defeated and took Maicheng, he rarely looked back, and when he read Wuzhangyuan, he completely threw it aside.

Liang Zhu's later story is too sad, he would rather make up a perfect happy ending in his own brain, and he doesn't want this favorite couple to die, so he can only meet Huangquan again.

If he hadn't asked Brother Qin back then, this story was just made up by him, he would definitely have begged Uncle Bai to let him out and cut the father and son of the Ma family with a thousand knives!

Just as he was immersed in the book, he suddenly heard a noise above him, and then he was startled.

I am guarding the formation to ensure that there is no problem with its charging.

Now he is distracted by reading, if he is discovered by Uncle Bai, he will not invite himself to drink tea in the future, and torture himself to suffocate to death.

He looked up suddenly, observing the formation above.

After a few breaths, Qiu An breathed a sigh of relief.

He pursed his lips and muttered in his heart: It turned out that Xiaobai caused a movement on it, I don't know if I found something, or if I met my 'white lady'.

The next moment.

He was just about to bow his head, and watched Xiaobai rush down from Daze, pass through the formation, and come to the sect.

The most important thing is that there seems to be a figure on Xiaobai's back.

This frightened him, and he hurriedly stuffed the scroll in his hand into his arms, and wanted to go to the attic to shout to Uncle Bai to stop drinking tea, now it seems that something big has happened.