Zhuge Chen opened his eyes, but the scenery in front of him was extremely unfamiliar to him. Looking far away, I can't see the cultivation road on the river.

I have to say that he was a little panicked. If there really was a Heavenly Cultivator plotting against him, risking that his realm might fall and put him to death, he couldn't even think of how to escape. After all, if he had the ability to straddle the two heavens and detain him here, the realm would never be low. At least in the realm of the Dao Realm, it can't be done.

As for the saints, Zhuge Chen thought about it and felt that he was still in the heavens, and he couldn't offend cultivators in such a realm. But since there can be such a means, the pseudo-saint realm should always exist. This is also where the trouble lies, he has a destiny, even if he exhausts all means, even if he burns his own life, whether he can have a substantial impact on the other party, it is still uncertain.

Bai Yi didn't dare to act rashly, so he stayed on the shore all the time. But the sun rose and set, three times in a cycle, and there was still no other sound around. Even if it was a killing machine that could alert him, there was nothing at all.

Zhuge Chen thought for a while, and said to himself: "I can only take one step at a time, otherwise it will not matter if I have been trapped here." ”

So saying, he got up from the shore and prepared to sail against the wind, crossing the lake before him, and going to look at the other side. But who knew that as soon as this step was taken, an infinite amount of sword qi roared out from the lake. Zhuge Chen couldn't avoid it, so he could only defend closely with his own mighty sword qi, but there was no killing power in the sword qi in the lake. It only dissolved the cyan sword qi, causing the white clothes to fall into the water, and when they climbed ashore, they looked like a chicken in the soup.

Zhuge Chen cursed a few words, but he couldn't figure out why the sword qi that was enough to kill him was so soft. It's like a friend who has been away from the mine for a long time and meets again.

It's just that he can't remember who the owner of the sword qi is. The heaviness of that sword qi was something Zhuge Chen had never seen. Maybe one day when he reaches the realm of a saint, he can be compared. Until then, there is no doubt that I can't do it.

Zhuge Chen, who knew that he would never be able to cross the river against the wind, squatted on the bank, plucked the grass casually, put it in the water to wash it, and then chewed it in his mouth. The grass is fragrant, but it does not have an earthy smell as Zhuge Chen thought. Bored, he frowned, and was about to spit it out and grab some more, when he saw the bits and pieces of grass floating on the lake towards the opposite shore.

Zhuge Chen suddenly brightened, he stood up and pulled out the rubber pillar sword, cutting off more than a dozen big trees behind him with one sword. He continued to carve on it with his sword qi, and after a while, he saw a small boat floating on the river.

Zhuge Chen sat on the boat and smiled lightly: "It seems that this cultivator who forced me to come has a different flavor, and he doesn't want other cultivators who break in to destroy the artistic conception on the lake." To be able to have such a means of forbidding the void, I am afraid that he is really a saint. ”

As the boat drifted slowly, fog rose on the lake. Even with Zhuge Chen's eyesight, the range he can see is very small. Looking through the fog, everything is hazy, like a fairyland on earth. He picked up a handful of lake water to clean his face and felt it

Refreshing and refreshing. Then the lake water was sprinkled into the sky, and a wisp of sword qi turned into smoke and rain in the sky, and it was sprinkled down.

Zhuge Chen lay on the boat, looking at the sky. He even had the idea that if no matter where he was or what his realm was, he could live so leisurely all day long, how good would it be? It's a pity that as long as he is under this blue sky, he wants to do whatever he wants, which is really unrealistic. Even those four human immortals had to take the other three into account when they wanted to act.

Just as Zhuge Chen was enjoying the comfort of the moment, he saw a young man who looked like a scholar standing on the bow of his boat. Zhuge Chen was like a great enemy, and when he got up, even his hand was subconsciously held on the hilt of the rubber pillar.

Seeing this, the scholar hurriedly said, "Don't do it, the master asked me to come here to lure you over." Otherwise, with the light boat you are on, even if you go around here for decades, you will not be able to get in. ”

Zhuge Chen frowned, and said loudly: "If I kill you, I can't get in?"

"Childe laughed, I'm just an ordinary scholar, and if I kill him, I naturally won't be able to get in. The scholar stepped down from the bow of the boat, stretched out his hand to take out a table of tea sets, and began to get busy, while saying to Zhuge Chen: "You should be able to see in the industry that my master has no malicious intentions, just inviting you to come." This small world attracts many cultivators who want to enter it every year. But without the permission of my master, it is just an extravagant hope. ”

Zhuge Chen did it again, put one hand on his cheek, and said softly: "Since this is the case, then you will lead the way." ”

The scholar replied, and immediately began to tow the boat with his own qi engine, drawing large characters on the surface of the lake. If it weren't for Zhuge Chen, who was a cultivator with a high realm, he would already be vomiting and diarrhea. But even though the boat was so bumpy, the teacup in Zhuge Chen's hand was extremely stable, and it could be called a drop of water.

Zhuge Chen drank tea and chatted with the scholar, so as to find out the information, and by the way, he was figuring out who the other party's master was: "Your master, since there is such a Yaxing, it is quite mysterious, right?

The scholar replied with a smile, as if at the mention of his master, he had endless words: "My master is a first-class immortal." In my life, being able to be a master's scholar is really a blessing that took 800 lifetimes to cultivate. Let me say a word, don't be careful, in my eyes, Childe is already very immortal. But compared to the master, it is still 108,000 miles behind! Many times I think that if I can have one-ten-thousandth of the charm of the master, I will be very satisfied. ”

Seeing how annoyed Zhuge Chen was at the scholar unintentionally belittling him, he instead smiled and said, "It should be so." ”

Those senior cultivators who have no ill will towards themselves, Zhuge Chen will not be arrogant because of his identity and talent, but will be quite respectful. After all, walking on the path of cultivation, even if you take one more step, you are all seniors. At least in Zhuge Chen's heart, that's the case.

Seeing that Zhuge Chen was not disgusted with his words, the scholar continued

"And the master is approachable, even if those of us who do something wrong to our subordinates, he will not be angry, but will be kind and pleasant, and tell us some things about his past." If there is something we don't understand in our practice, we will ask it, and the master is very generous and never deliberately hides it. The master's swordsmanship can reach the sky, and we have benefited a lot from it. ”

Zhuge Chen secretly said in his heart: "It's still a sword immortal. ”

"I know that Childe wants to ask me about the master's news, but since the master has already ordered me not to hide it from you, I will also say everything I want to say. The scholar smiled shyly, rowing a boat, and said, "Although we are like a fairyland here, there are still too few cultivators from the outside world. It's a rare thing to meet one, and I hope that the son won't be surprised. ”

The boat moved slowly forward in the fog, and after a while, it came to a shore. Zhuge Chen squinted his eyes and saw that there were many ships of different shapes, docked on the shore.

"Is this the other side?" asked Zhuge Chen.

"Of course not. The boy replied, "This is the island in the middle of this lake of immortals, and the island is called the fairy like the lake." All this time, the master has been staying on this fairy island when he has nothing to do. Raise chickens and ducks, and sometimes grow some vegetables that are commonly eaten. When the time comes, the son can feast on his mouth and try it. ”

Zhuge Chen smiled and thanked him, and walked towards the woods with the scholar. Walking on the trail, there were many people along the way who greeted Zhuge Chen. Bai Yi responded with a smile one by one, and when he finally saw the bamboo building not far away, his whole face was a little stiff.

The scholar smiled and said: "Childe is also a kind-hearted person, if you were someone else, you wouldn't greet them all the way." ”

Zhuge Chen sighed and didn't say anything more. After all, this is a habit of his, and he can't change it. And there is no need to deliberately change it, and if you are polite to others, what is there to be bad? If there really is, I am afraid that the way of the world will not be bad anymore.

"Childe, go in by yourself, I don't think the master wants us to listen. I'm here to go, and I'm going to have to go back to my own business. Otherwise, you will have to trouble the master to do it himself. The scholar smiled, returned the way he came, and walked into the woods. He jumped up and down like a deer in the woods.

Zhuge Chen liked such a comfortable atmosphere very much, and by the way, he was more curious about the master of the scholar. He straightened his clothes and walked into the main building. Looking around, there was no one around. But when a voice sounded, it made him laugh dumbly.

"It's finally here. ”

He should have thought that there were many cultivators who could have such idleness, but he knew only one. That is the Great Sword Immortal, Li Jingyun.

Zhuge Chen smiled helplessly, and after a while, he spit out a sentence: "What kind of trouble are you doing, old thing? When I was still practicing, he dragged me here, causing me to be frightened for so long. Please, if there is a next time, you will stand in front of me with dignity, and I will be scared again. ”

Walking down the stairs, an old man with gray hair but was extremely energetic, he laughed and asked, "Is this still the Zhuge God King I know, I can't imagine that you kid is still scared!"

Zhuge Chen smiled bitterly and said, "What Zhuge God King, it has long been gone. ”

"It's fine. Li Jingyun said slowly: "Before, I was thinking about whether self-slaying the God King Body would break your spirit, but now that I look at it, such worries are purely superfluous. It doesn't seem like that's necessarily a bad thing for you. ”

(End of chapter)