A huge bronze bull cruises on the wide and vast river.

On the back of the cow, there sat a scholar in a green shirt and a girl in a green skirt.

It is Li Xiangyun and Xiao Qianjun, the two brothers and sisters.

After Feng Qi Niangzi's revenge was over, the young Jiang Shen invited them to Qingjiang Shrine as guests, and the next day because the passenger ship they were on was destroyed, the young Jiang Shen sent his old buddy Zhenjiang Bronze Bull to give them a ride.

Zhenjiang Copper Ox is obviously cast by copper juice, but at this time it is like a living thing, the posture of leisurely swimming in the river is light, its back is very wide, Li Xiangyi and Xiao Qianjun ride on it, it is very stable and comfortable.

The season has entered June, as the north of the continent of the north of the Gezhou, also gradually a little hot, today the sky is cloudless, the sun is shining, there is a river breeze blowing on the back of the cow, quite cool.

Xiao Qianjun climbed onto the horns of the cow and fished with a fishing rod.

Li Xiangyi reads leisurely.

It has been more than ten days since he left Hanzhou, and Li Xiangyun has read dozens of books, and now the Haoran Qi in his body has increased from the previous 9,936 Dao to 9,972 Dao.

There are only 28 volumes left before reading 10,000 books and cultivating 10,000 heroic qi.

Prior to this, whether it was an ordinary Confucian cultivator or a great Confucian sage, they could only cultivate the ninety-nine realms of Haoran Qi, and then they would open the Wen Palace and step into the second realm of enlightenment.

As the only person in the eternal world who broke the barrier and was expected to cultivate 10,000 Dao Haoran Qi, Li Xiangyun was also very curious about what kind of vision he would have when Wan Dao Haoran Qi came into the world.

The copper ox strolls, the river is leisurely, and there are egrets flying on both sides of the river, soaring between the water surface and the blue sky.

Li Xiangyi leaned on Niu Feng, holding a book in one hand and a wine jug in the other, sipping peach blossom brew, so uncomfortable.

Seven hundred miles to the east from the East Ring City, there is a big lake, the name is Runhu, the Qingjiang River arrives at the mouth of the Runhu Lake, after the rivers and lakes intersect, it turns to the southeast.

Donghua Mountain is in the northeast, so after passing through Runhu, Li Xiangyun and Xiao Qianjun can only change the waterway to land and walk on foot.

According to the agreement with the young Jiang Shen, the Bronze Bull will send them directly to Runhu and return.

Li Xiangyi poured a sip of peach blossom brew, and was just about to make Jiang Feng turn down the page, when Xiao Qianjun, who was sitting on the horn of the ox, suddenly shouted in surprise: "Senior brother, the fish is drifting, and finally a fish has taken the bait!" ”

She quickly retracted the rod and pulled up the hook.

Sou!

The fishing line pulled up an object, but it was not a fish, but an ugly-looking blue-shelled crab.

"Hey, how is it a crab?" Xiao Qianjun pursed her lips, obviously disappointed.

She had been fishing all morning, and this was the first time something had been hooked, and she thought it was finally going to be harvested, but it was a big crab.

When the young Jiang Shen gave her a fishing rod, he clearly said that there is a very spiritual thrush spirit fish in this Qingjiang River, which can sing.

If caught, it will sing in exchange for release.

Whether it is a nearby fisherman or a passing boatman, they all love this unique spirit fish of Qingjiang very much, and they are caught by mistake or caught by mistake, and after listening to their pleasant songs, they will choose to release them.

If you don't let go, the young Jiang Shen will also secretly exert his magical powers to rescue him.

Xiao Qianjun was very curious about this kind of singing thrush spirit fish, and when he was idle, he wanted to use the special bait made by the little brother of the river god and invite them to come out to play.

I didn't expect that there was no one to give face.

This makes the little guy a little discouraged.

The big blue-shelled crab that was caught, the size of a basin, was pulled up to the back of the cow, and a pair of big eyes were dripping and turning, revealing a breath of aura.

When Xiao Qianjun saw it, she was very disgusted and wanted to throw it back into the river.

Suddenly, she didn't know what she thought, and asked, "Little crab, do you know where the thrush spirit fish go?" I didn't see them come out all morning, so I prepared a lot of delicious food for them. ”

The big crab in the green shell looked at the girl in the green skirt in front of her, and then looked at the scholar in the green shirt not far away, a pair of big tongs faintly shining with blue light.

"Little crab, you'd better answer Xiao Qian'er honestly, if you dare to have other thoughts, I will steam you."

A clear and flat voice came into the mind of the big crab with a blue shell.

A pair of big pincers that were just about to fly immediately died down and disappeared from the blue light.

A difficult voice sounded: "Miss Huiyu, the thrush spirit fish went to the Qingliu River downstream early this morning, where an eight-hundred-year-old turtle came and invited them to be a guest." ”

The Qingliu River is a tributary of the Qingjiang River, three hundred miles downstream.

Hearing the big crab speak, Xiao Qianjun was very happy: "You can actually speak, I thought you could only transmit sound with divine sense, are you going to transform into a shape?" ”

The big crab replied sullenly: "The little crab is not as good as Miss, I have practiced for one hundred and fifty years, and I will only be able to speak, but I will not be able to transform into a shape." ”

"Oh, that's pretty good, too. If you're psychic, why are you hooked? ”

The big crab in the green shell glanced at the innocent girl in the green skirt in front of her, bowed her head slightly, and was embarrassed to answer.

Originally, it sensed that this girl in the green skirt was full of spirituality, and wanted to take a risk to sneak attack, so as to seize the origin of the spirit and help transform it.

Unexpectedly, on the back of the cow, there is an unfathomable scholar in green shirts.

Now it doesn't dare to ask for Xiao Qianjun's origin, but only thinks about how to leave alive.

"Forget it, let's go."

Seeing that the big crab didn't speak, Xiao Qianjun didn't force it, and waved his hand to let it go.

The big blue-shelled crab didn't dare to move, but looked at Li Xiangyun at Niu Feng.

Li Xiangyun didn't speak, only turned the page.

Smack-

The big blue-shelled crab fell into the river, and a mouthful of blood mist erupted from the crab's mouth, and it fell into the mud and sand at the bottom of the river.

Dare to have bad intentions towards Xiao Qianjun, although he hasn't done it yet, he has to be punished.

The copper bull was silent and continued to stroll downstream.

……

In the early morning of the second day, the copper bull carried Li Xiangyun and Xiao Qianjun to Runhu.

Runhu has a nice name, but it is actually a big fierce lake.

In the past two hundred years, there have been dozens of immortal wars in Runhu, and the immortal monks who died at the bottom of the lake have not ten thousand, but eight thousand.

As a result, the once turquoise and clear water of Runhu Lake has become a deep black.

And the whole lake, even in clear weather, has at least eight or nine hours a day out of twelve, shrouded in thick fog.

Runhu Lake is vast, with 800 miles of water.

There are hundreds of small islands in the lake, and once on each island, there were immortal sects of different sizes, which were very prosperous, and it was a holy place for cultivation in the south of the eastern border.

Now the entire Great Lake is shrouded in blood mist, turning into a murderous place.

On the islands in the middle of the lake, no immortal monks dared to go up, only a dozen or so small islands near the shore, and there were still some small sects left because of the special products in the lake.

From Qingjiang to Donghua Mountain, crossing Runhu Lake is the shortest way, otherwise you have to make a big detour.

Today is the first day of the sixth month, and there is only one month left before the first day of the seventh month of Donghua Mountain, so Li Xiangyi plans to go through Runhu Lake and not detour.

The bronze bull carried the brothers and sisters into Runhu.

As soon as they passed the mouth of the lake, they were shrouded in a blood-colored fog, and even with the eyes of Li Xiangyun and Xiao Qianjun, it was difficult to see the scene several miles away.

In the thick fog of blood, there were bursts of fighting and wailing from time to time.

Even some dense fog will directly conjure up some bloody scenes of the year, which is very tragic.

Li Xiangyun turned into a body protector with a heroic spirit, covering himself and Xiao Qianjun.

When he sat down, his eyes released two brass-colored lights, illuminating through the blood-colored fog and moving forward steadily.

Soon the two of them passed by a small island.

Li Xiangyun and Xiao Qianjun saw that on that island, there was a ruined wall, and the ancestral land of a certain sect had been turned into ruins, and there was no trace of life.

Two hours later, more than a dozen islands were passed.

Every island in the lake is the same, the dense fog on the island is drifting, and the true face is only occasionally revealed, but only a black scorched earth can be seen, and all kinds of broken and damaged spiritual weapons.

"Senior brother, why did the sects on these islands fight to such a situation? Could it be that there is some behind-the-scenes mastermind? Xiao Qianjun couldn't help but ask.

She thought of the extermination of the Feng family that she had just experienced.

When Feng Qi Niangzi took revenge, she shrouded Qingjiang in the fog, and there was a demonic brush behind her.

Li Xiangyi shook his head slightly and said: "The great sects of the immortal families in the eastern realm are very secretive about the fact that Runhu Lake has turned into a fierce lake, and even Zhaohu Academy, which is located in the eastern border and is one of the four major academies of Confucianism, is also vague when it comes to Runhu in the book. ”

"So I can only guess that this Runhu Lake must involve big cause and effect."

"As for whether there is a deliberate attempt to do this, it is impossible to determine for the time being."

Xiao Qianjun didn't seem to understand when she heard it, looking at the blood-colored fog that was floating everywhere, she was a little afraid, and jumped onto the shoulder of the senior brother.

Li Xiangyi touched her head and comforted her.

The bronze bull continued to move forward, and another hour passed.

When he came to the center of the lake, Xiao Qianjun suddenly pointed to the front right and shouted, "Senior brother, there is a person on that small island!" ”

Li Xiangxiang followed the sound, and sure enough, he saw a figure sitting cross-legged on a small island in front of him.

Sitting next to the figure was a fierce long knife.

This book has collapsed, eunuchs at any time, everyone is cautious to follow up.

(End of chapter)