Guo Yang wandered around Fanghu Island for several days, and then slowly went to Daling Island to "report".

In the past few days, Guo Yang has wandered around some nearby markets, purchased a large number of elixirs, pills, etc., and bought a small flying boat.

This flying boat is more than ten zhang long after it is sacrificed, and its size is not large, but it is extremely fast, and it is no less than the giant flying boat that I took when I came to Fanghu Island.

Moreover, what satisfied Guo Yang the most was that the consumption of this flying boat was relatively low, and it was estimated that it would consume eighteen medium-grade spirit stones to reach Daling Island.

Because Guo Yang didn't know what the situation was on Daling Island, he tried to purchase as many cultivation items as he could, just in case.

After all, coming to this Fanghu Island from Daling Island, there is a vast sea in the middle, and it is estimated that under normal circumstances, the Xianxia Sect disciples on Daling Island rarely come to Fanghu Island.

It took Guo Yang half a month to arrive at Daling Island. On the way, Guo Yang encountered several sea beasts, most of them were third- and fourth-order beast demons, and often before Guo Yang could make a move, the little gray sword flew out on its own, devouring the qi and blood essence of those sea beasts.

Guo Yang was also happy and leisurely, swallowed the pill and meditated on the flying boat to practice.

Daling Island looked like a small black dot on the map, but when Guo Yang arrived, he was surprised to find that it was also a behemoth, with a radius of thousands of miles!

Moreover, to Guo Yang's surprise, the aura on Daling Island is abundant, and it is faintly better than Fanghu Island!

There is only one mountain peak on the island, but it is like an ancient dragon, stretching for thousands of miles, entrenched in most of the land of the entire Daling Island.

The mountain peaks are verdant, steep and abnormal, and from a distance, they seem to be a little hideous.

Guo Yang looked at Daling Island from afar on the flying boat, and faintly felt that the spiritual power in his body was a little abnormal, and he seemed to be a little excited.

Guo Yang was slightly shocked in his heart, and hurriedly started the "Turtle Breath Method". After two or three breaths, the fluctuations in the spiritual power in Guo Yang's body returned to normal.

"This Daling Island is a little weird!" Guo Yang collected his mind and honestly landed the flying boat in an open space on the coast.

After walking along a river for more than two hours on the island, Guo Yang arrived near a sparse bluestone building.

Looking at these buildings, Guo Yang was a little stunned: "This is Daling Island?

On the way to escape, Guo Yang had lived in a small fishing village for two or three years, and he still had feelings for this ordinary and simple life. It's just that when he has seen the grandeur and luxury of Fanghu Island, he can't connect such a dilapidated small fishing village with the Xianxia faction in any way.

Guo Yang slowly walked into the fishing village, and many busy "fishermen" stopped their work and looked at Guo Yang a little strangely.

Guo Yang's body was a little stiff, and his legs involuntarily began to stumble.

He had a delusion in a trance, as if he had returned to the past, the dark, thin, hungry and tired "little mute", stepping into that almost isolated small fishing village for the first time.

The same scene, the same feeling, all this made Guo Yang feel an inexplicable helplessness.

If it weren't for the fact that these "fishermen" were wearing the clothes of the disciples of the Xianxia Sect and showing their cultivation during the foundation building period, Guo Yang would really have to wonder if this situation was real.

Guo Yang stood there and suddenly felt that his nose was a little sour. He misses the time of joy in the midst of suffering.

"Zhang Youde, Sun Datou...... The people who took care of me back then are all old, right? and those little children back then, they should all be fathers and mothers now!" Guo Yang heard a deep sigh in his heart.

He is already middle-aged and his temples are slightly frosty, but at this moment, he is still like the "little mute" on the way to escape, lonely and helpless.

"Ladies and gentlemen...... Senior, my name is Guo Yang. Guo Yang stammered a little and said.

"I am a new disciple summoned by the sect in Seeking Immortal City this time. Because my skill is talisman technique, one of Elder Hao took the lead and accepted me for Daling Island. So...... I'm here. ”

After Guo Yang said a few words, he felt a little smoother. However, even he felt a little ridiculous when he said this.

Guo Yang looked at those "fishermen" and looked at him silently, with a strange expression, and couldn't help but sigh again, and took out an identity jade pendant issued by the sect from the storage bag.

"Seniors, please take a look, this is my identity jade pendant. Guo Yang just wanted to ask these "fishermen" to verify their identities, but as a result, those people turned a blind eye and began to get busy.

Someone is repairing a boat, someone is sorting out a broken fishing net, someone is going to climb the mast to sort out the cables.

Seven or eight idlers were gathered together, listening intently to an old man with white hair talking about his fishing experience, and he didn't notice Guo Yang's existence at all!

In those bluestone houses, the sound of tinkling cooking can be heard from time to time, and occasionally a woman peeks out of the shabby window with a beautiful face and shouts someone's name, and a busy "fisherman" comes home for dinner.

Just as Guo Yang was looking around, a woman came out of the bluestone house not far in front.

Guo Yang was surprised to find that the woman didn't seem to be a human!

I saw that her body and face were like that of a human girl, and she was very good-looking, but on her back there were two translucent shells, like two beautiful wings, fluttering slightly.

"Bei Ren?" Guo Yang was dumbfounded.

Even if this Daling Island is a fishing village, the "hostess" here is actually a Bei person!

Guo Yang once read about the "Bei people" in the "Overseas Chronicles".

It is said that in the far sea area of the east, there is a group of Bei people, who are intelligent and human-like. Its males are infinitely powerful and can tear ordinary sea beasts with their hands, while the females have beautiful faces, like Terran maidens. The most peculiar thing is that this shell man has an extremely long lifespan, comparable to a sea turtle, and it is not a problem to live a thousand children and 800 years old.

Guo Yang was surprised, and began to worry about his situation.

I thought that after entering the Xianxia Sect, I would be able to open up a cave and cultivate immortals and learn the Tao. Unexpectedly, by accident, he was alone and was brought to this inexplicable Great Spirit Island, and there was not even a normal person to interrogate.

Guo Yang finally understood a little bit why the monk in the foundation building period had that strange expression when he heard that he was good at talisman and seal art on the Yinxian Terrace.

I knew that his cooking skills were better than coming to Daling Island!

It's too late to regret it now.

Guo Yang wandered around the village with nothing to do, and no one paid attention to him at all, as if he was just an irrelevant person.

Guo Yang took out the strength of being a "little mute" in a small fishing village back then, and regardless of whether people wanted to or not, he rolled up his sleeves and started to help directly.

The people in the fishing village didn't seem to have any opinion on this, Guo Yang wanted to help, but they didn't say anything, they buried themselves in their own work, and they didn't know how to say thank you.

Guo Yang didn't care about the belly, he helped carry the wood for a while, and was busy sewing up a few broken nets for a while. Even, in the evening, he helped a girl chop a lot of firewood.

Seeing that twilight had fallen, the villagers left their work and went home for dinner. Guo Yang was still busy there until it was completely dark, and then he squatted by the river and washed his face, planning to find a place to spend the night.

He found a hut at the east end of the fishing village where he stacked his miscellaneous items, cleaned up briefly, carried a dozen pieces of wood, and built a simple wooden bed.

Lying on the wooden bed, Guo Yang let out a long breath and began to ponder this inexplicable Great Spirit Island, feeling that his brain was not good.

"I don't want to, I'm already here anyway, so I'll stay for now. Guo Yang thought like this, only to feel that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he soon fell asleep.