Yao Zhenyi arrived on the Yellow River, and when he really stood on the side of this monstrous Yellow River, he saw the rushing and surging rivers, and the momentum of the stormy waves crashing on the bank, and his heart was suddenly full of emotion.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns!"

Only then did the young man understand that it was no wonder that there were literati who wrote such magnificent poems, and the monstrous momentum of the Yellow River in front of him would seem insignificant even if those monks who had achieved cultivation on the mountain stood here.

It's just that what surprised him a little was that at this time, there were many people gathered on the edge of the Yellow River, all standing on the edge of the Yellow River and looking down on the rushing water.

And at the front near the edge of the Yellow River, there is a tall and thin old man wearing a high crown and a belt, who seems to be in his old age, holding a delicate blue-glazed porcelain bowl in his hand, and half of his body bends his head forward, as if he is looking down at something.

The people around stood not far away and looked at the high-crowned old man, watching this scene with great interest.

The old man restrained his distracting thoughts, lowered his face to the shore, and grasped the bottom of the porcelain bowl with his withered five fingers, and his palms began to tilt slightly, and the amplitude was almost undetectable.

Yao Zhenyi walked forward silently, blending into the crowd, watching the old man's every move with the same curiosity.

And everyone felt that they had waited for a long time, and they didn't see the slightest movement of the porcelain bowl in the old man's hand, and the old man always maintained that posture.

"Gone, gone, what did you think you were going to do?"

"It's not, it's a waste of time, I guess I'm holding a broken bowl to show off!"

"It's just ......"

Listening to the commotion of the crowd behind him, the high-crowned old man neither made a sound nor saw how to move, but kept maintaining the posture of Fang Cai.

Just when they were bored, after a while, they still didn't wait for what they wanted to see, and their patience was about to run out.

I saw a stream of water the thickness of my fingers pouring out of the bowl of the old man with a high crown and falling into the depths of the Yellow River, silently.

"Goo-"

Seeing this scene, they first opened their mouths wide, then their eyes showed surprise, and finally they became stunned, and they swallowed saliva unconsciously in their throats.

It turned out that the amount that the old man poured into the well with that white bowl had already exceeded a large water tank. But water kept pouring out of the bowl, and they thought they must have seen hell during the day.

Yao Zhenyi watched this scene with great interest, of course, he couldn't see any clues in the bowl.

There are strange things in this world, and the monks who can perform the technique of pouring the long river are like more hair, and the old man in front of him is obviously proficient in this way.

As for whether the old man is an immortal master who has achieved cultivation, or whether he is a mountain and wild cultivator who has his own school, it doesn't matter to him.

The old man turned a deaf ear to the movement behind him, only to see him reach out and knock on the bowl, and the long stream of water came to an abrupt halt, and in the celadon glazed bowl, there were three more drops of water as round as beads.

The young man stared at it carefully, but his pupils shrank, and he obviously saw an incredible scene.

I saw that the three drops of water in the old man's bowl were all transparent, and at first they slowly slid up and down in the bowl and swam left and right, and the amazing thing was that the water droplets were not all water, nor were they completely solid, as if they were alive.

In the bowl, there are a few green lotus flowers, and a red and black carp, which makes Yao Zhenyi really shocked that when the three drops of water swim away in the bowl, not only did Xia He start to swing, but also the lotus swaying, the red and black carp first blinked, and finally began to move on its own.

The carp in that bowl swims happily without water, and the ordinary fish in the world are not allowed to leave the water, and the absence of water is equivalent to grass without roots, but this carp is swimming slowly in the dry water bowl.

This scene is like seeing a ghost during the day, and it is terrifying.

But when Yao Zhenyi turned his head to look at the surrounding crowd again, he found that they didn't seem to have seen this strange scene, and the young man was a little puzzled, and even wondered if he was hallucinating.

"Huh...... No need to be surprised. What you see, they can't see. It's just because they have no relationship with me, and you are the one who is destined to do so. ”

Just when he looked sideways and felt strange, a little old man with a mellow heart sounded in the young man's heart, and he didn't know it.

“？！”

Hearing this, Yao Zhenyi looked at the old man in surprise, and after seeing the old man smile and nod at him, his heart suddenly became vigilant, because he faintly noticed that the old man was peeking into the small world of human beings in his body, and he might even have insight into the existence that he didn't even know.

What no one knows is that in the ancient well on the bank of the young man's heart lake, the black python that is closely related to him and whose soul is forced to be "tied" with him is restless at this time.

On the huge head, there were two black pythons that were more and more obvious and concave, and suddenly rose into the sky, poking out the ancient well and looking in a certain direction, the scarlet snake letter kept confiding, and the pair of demonic pupils were full of cruelty.

"Haha, what a cautious boy! Don't be afraid, the old man just wants to take you as an apprentice, and there is no malice beyond that. ”

At this moment, the young man's heart once again sounded the laughter of the high-crowned old man.

Yao Zhenyi has heard that there are many masters in the world who like to choose heirs with "thousands of miles of sand", but he is not stupid, although the old man looks kind, but this person's heart is separated from the belly, and it is better to be cautious when walking outside.

The most important thing is that he didn't know if it was an illusion or something else, he felt a hint of danger in this high-crowned old man.

Thinking of this, the young man smiled politely, his lips squirmed a few times, and he put his hands in his sleeves without showing any traces, bowed to the old man in the crowd, and finally quietly withdrew from the crowd and walked down the Yellow River.

Seeing this scene, the old man with Gao Guanbo stroked his beard and shook his head with a smile, stretched out his hand and waved his robe, and the surrounding crowd was suddenly at a loss.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and in the end, only the old man with the high crown was left here.

After doing all this, the old man Gao Guan turned his head to look in the direction where the young man left, only to see where he was still there, empty, presumably he had already left here quickly.

Retracting his gaze, the old man walked under a tree, and the celadon glazed bowl in his hand disappeared out of thin air.

At this moment, the old man's figure and appearance began to change slowly, from a thin face to a plump and handsome face, and finally turned into a clean man in a black robe.

It's just that this elegant man has an indescribable smile on his face at the moment, and he just stands under the tree and looks at the direction where the young man left.

"It's a pity... If it weren't for the fact that it was in the territory of the Han Dynasty, it would be inconvenient to make a move, otherwise it would ......"

Retracting his gaze, the man wore a black robe and waved in the wind, his cold eyes faintly flashed with coldness, and a strange smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

As soon as the words fell, a young man with a sword behind his back and also wearing a black robe appeared next to him, and this young man had a strange black line on his face, which made people look a little strange.

The man turned his head and smiled and asked, "How's that going for you to find out?" ”

Hearing this, the young man hurriedly lowered his head and said respectfully, "Returning to Master, the apprentice has already found out that the Han Dynasty has now continuously captured Tianfeng and Haisheng, and there is a trend of going south one after another. ”

The man nodded, and then he asked with a smile that seemed to be intentional or not, "Your senior sister tasted good last night, right?"

As soon as the young man heard this, his face turned pale with fright in an instant, and his whole body trembled, and he said with great fear in his heart, "Master spare your life!

The Qingyi man in front of him is named Long Yan Zhenjun, and this young man with a sword on his back is naturally the person who used to be in the ruined temple, but now he has changed his name to "Xuzhen".

After Xu Zhen saw his master's skills, his fear of him before became more and more, and when he realized the benefits of cultivation, he became more and more in awe of the man in front of him.

From the beginning of killing his closest relatives with his own hands, from this hatred, to finally experiencing that feeling of superiority, the boy is no longer the boy he was at the beginning.

And what Long Yan Zhenjun said, since last night, the senior sister, who was also a disciple of the disciple, lay naked in his room, and said to the young man, as long as he joined hands with her to get rid of his own master, this good fragrant and tender skin bag could naturally let the young man do whatever he wanted.

In addition, she is also willing to nominate Xuzhen to be the owner of the five lakes and eighteen islands, that is, the new candidate for the true monarch.

Xuzhen's eyes were fiery at that time, grinned, and walked forward.

Unexpectedly, the senior sister who took the initiative to send it to the door thought that he nodded and agreed, but a long sword full of chill was submerged in her chest.

The senior sister didn't figure out why she ended up like this until she died.

The man reached out and patted the young man's shoulder, smiling slightly, "I thought your senior sister had good qualifications, and I wanted her to be the owner of the four islands, but it's a pity, hehe......"

"Poof—"

As soon as the words fell, Xuzhen's shoulders were subjected to a terrifying coercion, and the young man's whole body fell to his knees with a pop, and a mouthful of blood spat on the ground, but he bit his lower lip and didn't say a word, not daring to make a sound.

The reason why Xuzhen started so quickly last night was because he was afraid, afraid of losing the blessing of this master, losing the pleasure of those who had already enjoyed the sweetness, just like killing people was like a common thing, and when he arrived at those mountains and dynasties, everyone had to call him "Immortal Master", these were things that the young man in the broken temple couldn't enjoy, and he couldn't have it in his life!

Some people are like this, the higher they climb, the more they see the beautiful scenery on the mountain, the more they are afraid to remember how they were depressed and embarrassed in the past, and the more they dare not look back at the past, because they are afraid of losing what they have now, so they go further and further on this road.

Wu Zhiyuan withdrew the hand that was pressed down on the young man's shoulder, looked at the Yellow River in front of him with both hands behind his back, and sneered, "When you really walk in front of this seat one day, if you die in your hands at that time, this seat will be very relieved, as for your senior sister's death, the affairs she is in charge of will be handed over to you." ”

After speaking, he walked straight forward, and after stepping into the Yellow River, the whole figure disappeared.

This Longyan Zhenjun Dao is originally close to water, and naturally he can use every river in the world, even if it is a drop of water, he can come and go freely, just like a Taoist drawing talismans, monks chanting scriptures, and Confucian scholars turning over books.

The boy staggered to his feet, still in a state of palpitation.

——

And at the lower border of the Yellow River,

At the same time, Yao Zhenyi walked on the lower edge of the Yellow River, and after gradually getting used to the weight of the long sword behind him, the whole person's steps became more and more relaxed.

It's just that when he turned his head sideways, he found that on the monstrous Yellow River, there was actually a light boat, and there was a man in a cloth holding a bamboo pole standing on the boat.

The most surprising thing for the young man was that the light boat, which seemed to be about to be crushed by the Yellow River at any time, sailed peacefully in the stormy waves.

Just as Yao Zhenyi was about to retract his gaze and continue to raise his feet and walk forward, the clothed guest who was holding the boat suddenly turned his head and looked over here.

The young man looked closely, it was an old man who looked close to the age of the sixtieth year, which made him a little helpless, in front of him was an old man with a bowl, and behind him came an old boat holding a boat.

Even if you are an old immortal on the mountain, you don't have such a thing.

Could it be that Chengdu ran down the mountain to collect apprentices???