Yufu Mountain totals 16 peaks of size, clouds and mist all year round, the main peak seems to float on the clouds, there is a Tailing Lake on the mountain, there is a kind of fish in the lake, it is an important material for Wudang Mountain Daomen Danzong to refine a kind of Waidan, its head is long and narrow, the back of the abdomen is like a knife blade, a group of monks on the mountain affectionately call it 'money knife fish'.

There is a pavilion in the center of the lake in Tailing Lake, it is a treasure armor of Yufu Mountain, there is an old fisherman who sits in the pavilion all the year round, and two or three fish can be caught every year.

Tailing Lake is very large, and even the pavilion in the center of the lake is as small as dust.

There was once a poem in the poetry of Jianxian that made Tailing Lake famous in the 'mountain', and it was unique in the world.

His poem: "The old fisherman in the lonely boat, fishing too Lingxue alone." ”

The lonely boat refers to an old boatman who silently accompanies the old fisherman and a light boat.

If it is a snowy day, looking at it from a distance, the fog is thick, but there is only a little pavilion in the middle of the lake, a mustard in a lonely boat, and a grain of people in the boat.

Now, a little bit of mustard is still there, and that one grain seems to be hidden in the rime.

Today's old fisherman's luck is not bad, this is the fourth tail caught this year, it is a precedent in the past 20 years, the old fisherman is naturally happy, holding the fishing rod, laughing so much that his beard is going to the sky, and he can't wait to share the joy with the old boatman, and calls to the small boat a few times, but he has not received a response.

"This old man, I don't know what to do." The old fisherman laughed and scolded, his body was smart, his toes touched lightly on the surface of the lake, and a circle of ripples floated down on the boat, but the old boatman was nowhere to be seen.

The old fisherman and the old boatman have been with each other day and night for 40 years on this Tailing Lake. The old fisherman is in charge of fishing, while the old boatman is in charge of sending the fish to the sect in the mountains.

The fish in Tailing Lake is very spiritual, not everyone can catch it, and this ordinary-looking old fisherman, on Yufu Mountain, can be regarded as an ancestor-level figure in terms of identity.

Counting up, in the past forty years, the old fisherman has caught a hundred and two fish with today's one, which can add a hundred years of luck to Yufu Mountain, plus that demonic holy seedling, he may be able to escape the next catastrophe.

Of course, if it weren't for the fact that Bai Qinglian, the Poetic Sword Immortal, had harmed two of them back then, Yufu Mountain might have been able to exchange it for a Human Yuan Dan with Danzong, which is not impossible.

Yufu Mountain was founded 1,500 years ago, and today, the fish in Tailing Lake is becoming more and more difficult to catch, and this ancestor-level figure has to go out in person.

The moonlight on the mountain is faint, and the old fisherman rows a boat, smashing the moon shadow and stirring up the sound of beeping water. On the shore, a young young man was already waiting, and between his eyebrows, there were two points of resemblance to the old boatman.

The young descendant directly "pounced" and knelt down on his knees, respectfully with sorrow: "Great Elder, the natal lamp of the ancestor of the family has been extinguished." ”

The monks on the mountain, who follow the path of cultivation of the Daomen, will take a drop of natal essence blood when they step into qi refining, and refine a natal lamp.

The joy on the old fisherman's face was suddenly swept away, and with a twist of his palm, the air flow under the young Housheng's knees rolled and lifted him up.

"Lingjun, what's going on?" With the sound of a vicissitudes of life, the old fisherman had already come from the boat to the young descendant.

"Great Elder, the ancestor of the family received an urgent letter from the Yujing tribe three days ago, so he went down the mountain to deal with some mundane affairs, originally said that he would return to the mountain tonight, the ancestor of the family has not returned, but Senior Brother Wang Lin took the first step to pass the bad news that the natal lamp of the ancestor of the family was extinguished......" After the young descendant finished speaking, he knelt on his knees again, and could not hide the killing intent in his eyes: "Please allow the great elder to allow Lingjun to go down the mountain and avenge the ancestor of the family." ”

Qianguo Yujing?

The old fisherman frowned slightly, who was so bold that he dared to get along with Yufu Mountain!

"Lingjun, don't be impulsive, you can't enter the Jade Capital City without the seal of Emperor Qian." The old fisherman said.

The young posterior said: "I know, please ask the Great Elder to seal and cultivate for me, if I can't kill the enemy, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Lingjun to cut off the demons in this life." ”

The old fisherman remembered some of the past, looked quite helpless, and comforted: "Back then, your master did not get the seal, forcibly sealed and cultivated, ventured into the city, and finally was in danger, if it wasn't for the good intentions of the national teacher, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to come back, I don't want you to repeat the mistakes of the past." As the holy seedling of Yufu Mountain, you shoulder the hope of Yufu Mountain, and you must not easily wade into danger. ”

"Great Elder, the disciple has been plagued by the inner demon for many years, and he has been unable to take that crucial step, if he can cut off the inner demon this time, it will not be a chance for the disciple." The young posterior stood up directly, and there was no longer a trace of sadness on his face, but an indescribable meaning.

The old fisherman sighed deeply and no longer persuaded each other, if this matter was ignored, the entire Yufu Mountain would probably become a big laughing stock.

He looked up in the direction of Yujing City, a dark cloud approached the moon, and said to himself: "The black cloud is overwhelming the city and wants to destroy it, and the armor light is opening to the sun." Zhao Fuyao, Zhao Fuyao, the black clouds are not pressing down on one city and one pool, but they are going to swallow the whole world, you Xuandu Mountain pinned your hopes on those ethereal legends, is it too late? ”

"Lingjun, you, have you really thought about it?" The old fisherman turned around and suddenly straightened out.

The young junior's face was awe-inspiring: "Please ask the Great Elder to help me." ”

"Good!"

As soon as the old fisherman's voice fell, he looked at the sparkling lake in front of him, only to see him stretch out his hand and shake it, the lake pavilion rose from the ground and floated towards the shore.

"Great Elder, what is this?" A glint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the young descendant.

"This is the Pavilion in the middle of the lake, and it is also the treasure of Yufu Mountain." The old fisherman pinched the trick again, and the treasure turned into a streamer, hidden in the body of the young descendant, and admonished:

"Lingjun, once you enter the Jade Capital City, you only have the cultivation of refining qi, remember, don't act recklessly, plan everything before acting, think twice before acting, and focus on the overall situation in everything. Of course, if you are really undecided, you can ask the spirit of the armor. ”

The young offspring jumped his body, sitting on a boulder on the shore, with five hearts to the sky, a handsome face, long hair and a shawl, wearing a cyan robe, and a faint layer of cyan halo under the reflection of the moonlight.

His eyes were slightly closed, the breath on the tip of his nose fluctuated slightly, and around him, a little cyan light appeared, and with his breathing, it entered his body.

He felt the changes in his body, about half a cup of tea, and suddenly opened his eyes, and the essence in his eyes bloomed like a lotus flower.

The young descendant jumped off the boulder, bowed three times to the old fisherman, turned away, and soon disappeared into the night.

Yujing City, Ping'an Fang.

The torrential rain began to rage in the city, and the rain pillars flew all over the sky, like thousands of sharp arrows, and shot down from the dome with great force and power.

Bright lightning flew through the air like a silver serpent, illuminating the entire Heian Fang again and again, and the rumbling thunder was deafening, as if it could shatter anything.

Suddenly, a purple light came overwhelmingly, and just after the light passed, I saw a flash of electric light stretching in the overlapping clouds, like a hungry python, and the python opened its mouth and roared.

Shang Qing, who was unconscious, was woken up by a loud roar, opened his eyes in a daze, but vaguely saw a person standing in front of him, and immediately became alert, tried his best to get up on the ground, and threw himself at the man's chest.

Dongfang Xi exclaimed, his face was stunned, it was too late to dodge, only to see a black shadow pressing towards him, and then he was thrown to the ground, and hurriedly shouted: "Big brother, it's me, get up quickly!" ”

Shang Qing listened to the familiar voice, and fainted again, but the palms of those hands came with a strange softness before he fell unconscious.

Dongfang Xi panicked for a while, if the deer collided, she pushed Shang Qing away with both hands, but the strength was pitiful, and Shang Qing's heavy body was so heavy that she couldn't kick her breathlessly.

The rain washed over her cheeks, and there seemed to be a faint flush on her cheeks.

After resting for a while, Dongfang Xi regained some strength, pushed hard, and finally broke free from under Shang Qing's body, and then turned over, and hurriedly got up from the ground, ignoring the pain in his body, put his hands on the other party's chest, and gently pushed.

"Big brother!"

But there was no response.

Dongfang Xi trembled and touched Shang Qing's snort with his right hand, his face suddenly changed, and he immediately turned his head sharply and ran back in the direction he came.

A quarter of an hour later, when Dongfang Xi and Dian Kui came back, there was still Shang Qing's figure, and there was only a smell of blood in the air. Even the old boatman's body, I don't know when, has disappeared.

Dongfang Xi's body staggered, he sat on the ground with his buttocks, lost his soul, let the rain hit his body, his eyes were empty, and his face was pale, just like a lifeless puppet.

The mouth kept muttering: "Impossible, impossible, how can it disappear?" ”

Dian Kui's face was hard to see, and then an extremely terrifying aura erupted all over his body, looking up to the sky and roaring, but he was covered by a huge thunder, and for a long time, he took Dongfang Xi back to the Tingfeng Teahouse.

Shang Qing's home.

"Uncle Xu, what's wrong with my brother?" I don't know how many times the girl took the trouble to ask the same question. Beside her, a little girl was crying with red eyes, and even though Xu Bo repeatedly comforted her, at this time, although the flood stopped bursting, she was still sobbing continuously.

"It's okay, it's okay, Miss, don't worry, the young master just fainted out of strength, let him sleep well, and when he wakes up, he'll be fine."

While Xu Bo kept coaxing the little girl, he also had to constantly comfort the girl, and he was very busy.

The girl was suspicious, guarded the head of the bed, and never left, and the little girl also pulled the corner of Shang Qing's clothes tightly and refused to leave.

Xu Bo had no choice but to lay the floor in the room, first put the little girl to sleep, and then gave the girl a snow-white coat before leaving the room.

The old man, who had gray hair, a face covered with furrows, and a perennial hunched waist, glanced at his brother and sister in the room, and quickly turned around and disappeared.

He held an oil-paper umbrella, came to a corner of the workshop, looked at the old boatman lying on the ground lifeless, his eyes were calm, and then slowly took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out some green liquid, "Zizizizi" after a few sounds, dust to dust, soil to soil, rain murmuring, washed over, but on the ground, there was no trace of the old boatman.