Chapter 96, dreaming of the past life, drunk in this life

Two figures stood in the air above the vast sea area, staring at the end of the eastern sea area and being silent for a long time.

The tall and burly city lord of Donghai City frowned unwillingly: "Old Yang, isn't Yuan Chaoyang really stepping into the threshold of the realm of heaven and man?" ”

The old man also had a sad face: "The specific realm is unknown, the same great master can get rid of the two of us, and it is obviously far better than you and me in the realm, even above the three saints of Qingguo Temple!" ”

He added with a worried face: "The strength shown by Yuan Chaoyang may not be difficult to break through the enchantment and enter the legendary Immortal Island. ”

"That mist is really the Immortal Island Enchantment?"

"It has been recorded, but the specific decay is not clear."

Once again, the atmosphere fell silent.

In less than a moment, dozens of Imperial Sword Cloaks rushed over, and the middle-aged man led by knelt on one knee on the flying sword: "The last general, Yang Su, is late, please punish the island owner!" ”

All the cloaks behind him knelt down and flew swords: "Please punish the island master!" ”

Li Xiaozhong shook his robe and turned his head to look at a group of loyal subordinates: "Even if he comes, he can't stay, what a crime!" ”

Then he glanced at the direction of Qingguo: "It is estimated that the sky is going to change!" ”

The big sleeves flicked and was full of anger: "Go back to the island!" ”

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The vast sea area rose with white mist, and the huge ship was speeding in the fog, and the field of vision was boundless, and the sky and the earth seemed to be shrouded in snow-white silk cloth, and the fog was heavy.

The giant ship is like breaking into the white ocean, the sky and the earth are white, there is no reference, the speed of travel seems to be a thousand miles in an instant, and it seems to have not moved an inch, time and the giant ship seem to be imprisoned at this moment, without beginning and end.

Zhao Zhengli did not have the ability of the great grandmaster's true qi to protect the body, he was poured into his mouth and nose by the air for a long time, he was already depressed and weak, he was confused, and he looked at the thick white mist in the afterglow, and in a flash, he saw the leading generals galloping and fighting, saw the tragic situation of the despair of the flesh and blood relatives, saw the broken back of the glorious palace in the pool of blood with a long sword and left alone, saw the lonely shadow of Xiao Se who climbed the mountain and looked out, and saw the gray robe of the futon meditating in the secluded place of the Taoist temple, like a withered pine.

A series of fragmentary pictures, all of which are the same figure, he is the general of the ten thousand armies, and he is also the broken back of the palace bloody case, the lonely body who climbed to the high place and looked at the miserable, and finally left the mortal body and entered the Taoist temple.

What puzzled Zhao Zhengli was that the person's face was unknown, his experience was unknown, but he had an illusion of being extremely familiar, and even felt the sadness of empathy, and his heart was inexplicably blocked.

"Knock~"

A bell rang out from the deep forest Taoist temple, and the aftermath was faint and long, endless, and Zhao Zhengli's soul completely lost consciousness and passed out.

Unable to see the end of the dense fog, even Yuan Chaoyang was depressed, no one knew better than him the terrifying speed of the sailboat, but fortunately, his Dao heart was stable and was not affected by the fog illusion.

Actually, it's not an illusion, this fog is called "Dream Past Life!" ”

Yuan Chaoyang could clearly feel that the whole ship was unconscious except for him, and captured Zhao Zhengli's mood swings before he fell unconscious.

I don't know how long later, when the white fog is thin, a group of mountains appears at the end of the hazy vision, towering to the sky, surrounded by clouds, and the white cranes can be vaguely seen spreading their wings in the auspicious clouds, and elk running in the green pine forest.

There was an indescribable peace among the mountains, and the flowers and trees were no different except for lush greenery.

Yuan Chaoyang sighed slowly: "It's here!" ”

The sailboat docked into the shallows, Yuan Chaoyang looked at the mountains in his eyes, and there were faint eaves and arches in the mist-shrouded place, and the cliff suspended stilted attic.

Yuan Chaoyang stopped on the bow deck for a long time, and no one in the mountains noticed the intrusion of outsiders, so he crossed his knees on the spot, breathing and breathing unusually smoothly, which showed the abundance of spiritual energy here.

However, the moment he breathed in, the eyes of the palace on the top of the mountains opened suddenly.

The next moment, the man appeared at the foot of the mountain in the form of a streamer, a young man with crane hair and white beard, standing in the air with a whisk in his hand, looking at the stranded sailing ship that had trespassed without permission, and the white-robed young man sitting cross-legged on the bow deck.

Yuan Chaoyang was also aware of it, and when the other party fell like a streamer, he opened his eyes and looked at him from afar.

The man was wearing a purple robe of the stars, sun and moon, embroidered with auspicious clouds, twisted dust in his hands, white hair like silver silk in a high bun, wearing a hibiscus crown, and a yellow-brown scarf, showing his transcendent status.

Xiao is like this, his face is also the same as the youthful appearance of Qingcheng Sect Feng Zifeng, he does not look old at all, his breathing is long and steady, his temperament is extraordinary, and it is difficult for air and dust to enter within an inch of his body.

Yuan Chaoyang had a hunch that this person's realm was as unpredictable as his age.

The two were separated by a few feet, and the man shook off the snow-white dust, with a friendly smile on his face: "The people of Donghua Dao of the poor road are guilty, dare to ask where Daoyou came from?" ”

Yuan Chaoyang saw that the other party had signed up for himself, and got up and saluted back: "Poor Yuan Chaoyang, from Qingguo on the border of the West Sea!" Rushing to the island to disturb the immortal Qingxiu! ”

Donghua Taoist waved his hand and replied: "It's just a monk who is looking for immortals, but the place of cultivation is different, where do you dare to call yourself an immortal, but there have been several waves of guests on the island for hundreds of years, and it is really rare to break in like a Taoist friend. ”

Yuan Chaoyang humbly said: "I have realized some experiences, and there is only a small breakthrough, which is far from the realm of heaven and man!" ”

The two of them couldn't see through each other's depths and were extremely polite, and the Donghua Daoist put aside the ribbon to introduce the words to the point: "With the realm of Taoist friends, if you come here to find an opportunity to break through, I'm afraid you will be disappointed and return, if there is really any immortal thing, the method of becoming an immortal, how can we practice hard?" Isn't the island full of immortals? ”

He added: "However, there are several extraordinary differences on the island, the first place must have been experienced by Taoist friends when they came, that is, the vast fog that surrounds this island for hundreds of zhang, some people say that it is a formation, and some people say that it is an enchantment, both are right and wrong, because it also has a name, called "Dream Past Life", the reason why Taoist friends are not bothered by it, the realm of Taoism is one, and the other is that Daoyou must have already understood the fate of his previous life. ”

After speaking, he paused for a pause, the white head of the hibiscus Xuanguan was slightly off, and the observation surface was like Pinghu Yuan Chaoyang, and then continued: "The second place is the rumored drunken immortal wine, this wine is not artificially brewed, it is a stone milk bowl in the mountain Tiankeng that absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon all year round, and a bowl is produced in three years, so that the taster dreams of spring and autumn, and travels in this life at night." ”

"In the third place, the aura of this island is extraordinary, extremely abundant, and Daoist friends have just felt it!"

Finally, he added: "Three extraordinary things, only the drunken immortal wine poor road can't be the master, and I hope that the Taoist friends are not strange, if you bring dozens of people to live temporarily, the poor road can barely row a mountain for the Taoist friends to live temporarily, and the permanent residents still need to ask the mountain owner." ”

Yuan Chaoyang didn't expect that the owner of this island had another person, seeing that he was so respectful, wouldn't the mountain lord be a land immortal? I didn't expect the other party to be so honest, and he didn't hide it, and said bluntly: "It's a coincidence, Poor Dao rushed to the island this time just for the drunken immortal wine of Shenshan." It's not for nothing, it's just that the poor road has to take some advantage, after all, you can't take anything comparable to drunken fairy wine in your pocket. I also hope that Donghua Daoyou will help introduce the mountain owner, or convey it on behalf of you, and the poor Dao will be grateful. ”

Donghua Daoist replied truthfully: "Unfortunately, the mountain master went to Penglai and discussed with Ziyang Zhenren, it is estimated that there will be two days to return, so you might as well stay for two days?" ”

Yuan Chaoyang glanced at the huge sailboat behind him and smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid I'm going to disturb Guishen Mountain." ”

The Donghua Daoist said goodbye briefly, turned into a purple light to return to the mountain arrangement, at that time, the unconscious people on the ship woke up one after another, when they learned that this place was the legendary Yingzhou Sacred Mountain, they were all shocked.

It is Zhao Zhengli, Li Zhanyi, and Yu Xiaowei, the three strong grandmasters with a stable state of mind have not eased up for a long time.

Li Zhanyi and Yu Xiaowei fainted soon after passing through the thick fog, and they failed to recall the fragmentary pictures of their previous lives, and their minds quickly accepted the fact that they were on Xiandao, but Zhao Zhengli was still immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

The old captain and the fellows of the mortal ship experienced a galloping spaceship like waking up from a drunken dream, as if they had drunk ten jars and eight jars of spirits, and their souls were not possessed by their bodies, and their five organs were even more dry and vomiting, and their bile was almost empty, and their mouths were vaguely repentant, "Sins, sins, defiled the sacred mountain, immortals are not strange, immortals are not strange." ”

Yang Guifen was fortunate that Yuan Chaoyang made a timely move to stabilize her mind, so as to avoid her unnecessary "mouth like a river".

In the misty green mountain, there are two young men who have gone down the mountain, wearing blue shirts, wearing three scarves like roofs, and two sleeves are breezy.

This is a person who has attained the first precept of the Tao, obviously the Tao is still shallow, and he can fly in the air, because the flying sword was managed by the high-level Taoist people to warm up in their bodies and pass through spirituality.

For example, the dozens of sword cloaks of the city lord of Donghai City earlier, it was also the sword fetus that he and Yang Si and Li Laoshen laboriously kept in the bodies of dozens of soldiers.

This is to raise a sword, and it is divided into living and dead.

Alive, psychic performance grows together, people and swords are connected, to achieve the unity of man and sword, the sword starts from the heart, moves at will, and the only defect is that the flying sword will be damaged and I will be counterattacked.

Dead and lacking spirituality, it is naturally impossible to use it handily, but the loss of the flying sword also lacks the same amount of backlash damage.

The two blue-shirted youths who descended the mountain were like eagles soaring in the sky, drawing a smooth arc between the mountains and landing steadily on the shoal opposite the sailboat.

In this scene, many sailing guys looked at themselves as if they had met a fairy, and they hurriedly knelt down and bowed, and they couldn't help themselves with excitement.

However, after the "immortals" in their eyes landed, they actually bent down and saluted Yuan Daochang respectfully across the shallow sea: "Disciple Xuanqing, disciple Xuanming is polite, Donghua Zhenren ordered, invite Yuan Xianshi to enter the island." ”

Immediately made a pick-up in front of the pack: "Yuan Xianshi, please!" ”

Yuan Chaoyang smoothed his white robe, glanced at the shallow sea of dozens of meters on the other side, grabbed Yang Guifen's waist and jumped off the deck lightly, and the tips of his shoes crossed the sea like dragonflies, and floated ashore with the tide treading water without a trace.

Under the curiosity of everyone, he had gone dozens of meters in three or two steps, and after landing smoothly, he saw a stranded dead wood, and kicked the ship with his hind feet, Zhao Zhengli, Yu Xiaowei, and Li Zhanyi jumped up, and landed ashore with the help of the buoyancy of the dead wood in the waves.

Xuanqing and Xuanming, the two Taoist priests, naturally saw that the three of them were not shallow, so they hurriedly gave their hands and gave gifts, and the three of them returned the salute.

The swarthy and fat old captain and a group of boat guys didn't care about any "show-off skills", so they jumped down to their waists in the water, and didn't forget to wave at a group of "immortals" in the shallows.

This group of rough men is caring about lewdness at the moment, the gods are waiting for their own group, and they don't know how many others they envy when they pass it out, and the group of sea ships who have floated all their lives will never be able to understand it, even the head of the Du family doesn't have this treatment, right?

The "immortals" on the shallows naturally didn't think about what they thought, and probably thought that they had taken a few more breaths of abundant aura, and their excitement led to a giggle.

A group of people all went ashore, and Xuanqing and Xuanming led the way, went around to a bay, and officially entered the island along the stone steps.