A hundred-foot-wide river flows quietly, like a blue ribbon floating through the forest. This is a branch of the Spirit River, winding through the misty forest.

Legend has it that the Spirit River is a sewage canal in the fairy world, breaking through the interface barrier and flowing into the nether realm.

A figure rushed towards the Spirit River. This person is Qian Yang, leaving the Black Stone Mountain, he looked for the sound of flowing water and walked towards the Ling River. After a while, I saw the wide river surface and the blue water flowing slowly in the distance.

"It's so beautiful!" Qian Yang's gloomy mood gradually opened up with this beautiful scenery.

Walking quickly to the front, Qian Yang froze.

The water of the Spirit River was not blue, but crystal clear. In the clear water, large and small light spots are evenly scattered in the river. There are also all kinds of blue fish playing in the river, and occasionally you can see the fish swaying and swallowing blue points of light.

The river is so transparent that you can't see the bottom, and when you look into the depths, you can only see a misty and deep blue.

Crystal river, pure blue fantasy world!

Walking along the river, Qian Yang slowed down. The sky was getting darker, and there was a faint starlight shining through the mist on the surface of the river. In his memory, he has been running since he came to this world, and it is rare to let go of the trivialities in his heart like today, and simply enjoy this hard-won tranquility.

Over the years, I have been accustomed to concealing my inner pursuit, accustomed to concealing my inner yearning, accustomed to only saying three points when meeting people, and accustomed to using a signature smile to hide my inner hesitation. Facing the dying old man today, it is rare to express his chest, and the mind of the previous life blooms in this life, and there is no sense of disobedience unexpectedly. It wasn't until this moment that Qian Yang felt that he had really integrated into this world, and it wasn't until this moment that he really had the appearance of a cultivator.

Not far ahead, a rather sturdy middle-aged monk wearing a hat sat on the shore fishing, wearing a gray and yellow robe that stood out slightly in this blue scroll.

Qian Yang walked over, but the sturdy monk didn't notice anything, his eyes were still slightly closed, like a rock, but there was a mist floating above his head.

Qian Yang stood beside the monk, looking at the emerald green fishing rod in his hand, quite curious. The fishing rod was very delicate, it didn't look like it could bear much weight, and what was even more strange was that the tip of the rod bent downward, almost touching the surface of the water, and became more slender, and a light blue spiritual silk thread poked out from the tip, deep into the bottomless blue of the Spirit River.

"It turns out that the fishing rod in this world looks like this!" Qian Yang seemed to understand.

The monk Huo Ran opened his eyes, lifted it with one hand, and the spiritual power thread quickly shortened, and a palm-length spirit fish rose into the air with the monk's movements, and landed accurately in the fish basket next to his feet.

Qian Yang couldn't help but look into the fish basket, but he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. I saw that the spirit fish slowly melted into the air under his nose, leaving only a small round ball like a glass bead. The sturdy monk was not surprised at all, picked up the glass bead and looked at it, and was very satisfied with it.

"Huh?" the monk was so frightened at the sight of someone behind him that he almost threw his rod into the river. Turning his head, he glared at Qian Yang angrily: "Stinky boy, didn't your adults tell you that peeking at others fishing is the way to get trouble?"

"Uh...... I'm sorry!" Qian Yang didn't think it was a big deal to watch people fishing, but since people didn't want to, they just left.

Seeing that Qian Yang turned around and wanted to leave, the sturdy monk did not relent: "You kid doesn't understand the rules, sneakily peek at others fishing, and pretend that nothing has happened after reading it!"

Qian Yang replied helplessly: "I have been practicing for a short time, I really don't know that there is such a taboo, forgive me, seniors!"

"My casual cultivation in the Qi refining period can't afford to be called the senior of your sect Tianjiao!" said the cultivator angrily. As he spoke, he carefully looked at Qian Yang from head to toe.

"You dare to come to Linghe with this little cultivation, I'm afraid there are a lot of good treasures around you, right?

Qian Yang was taken aback, and subconsciously took a big step back: "What do you mean?"

"Hmph!" the sturdy monk snorted. "The cultivation time is still short, but you know that your wealth is not exposed, how dare you peep at others fishing!"

"It's an unintentional mistake, and I have sincerely apologized below, why should Taoist friends be aggressive. Fishing in this picturesque scenery is a practice of cultivating the mind, but the Taoist friends are so scathing, I am afraid that there is nothing compatible with the way of fishing!"

"You ......" The monk's cheeks trembled, and he waved his hand and said angrily after a few breaths alone: "I can't argue with you who don't understand the brat, hurry up and leave, don't bother me here!"

"Inexplicable!" Qian Yang was also on fire, and his good mood at night was disturbed by this bullshit rough man, and he flicked his robe sleeves hatefully and was about to leave.

At this time, a gentle voice came from behind: "Dabin, are you quarreling with someone again?"

Qian Yang looked back, and a petite and plainly dressed beautiful young woman walked slowly from behind him, approached the front, and wrapped her hands around the arms of the burly monk. Turning his head to Qian Yang and smiling apologetically: "The clumsy husband has an upright personality and a short temper, which makes Daoist friends laugh, if there is anything offended, I hope to bear with it." ”

The burly monk wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.

Qian Yang clearly saw that the beautiful woman's arm around him seemed to have a slight twisting movement. The sense of déjà vu of Beauty and the Beast came to his face, although the contrast was strong, Qian Yang felt that it was a good match.

This beautiful woman is indeed quite affinity, and in a few words, Qian Yang discouraged his anger, arched his hand and said: "I am curious in the next moment, watching this Taoist friend fishing, but I don't want to make him unhappy, it is abrupt." ”

The beautiful woman frowned slightly, unexpectedly a little charming. "It's the first time you've come to this Spirit River, right?"

"Exactly, this is the first time I have gone out to practice. Qian Yang replied.

"Does that friend know the legend of this Spirit River?" asked the beautiful woman with a smile.

Qian Yang looked at the blue river and shook his head: "I heard that this Spirit River is a sewage canal in the fairy world, but when I saw this Spirit River today, I couldn't believe it." ”

"This legend can be spread widely, and it is not groundless. At least in the light of the available evidence, this legend is extremely reliable. ”

"Oh, what do you mean by that?" Qian Yang really didn't want to believe that such a clear and crystal river water was actually wastewater discharged by others.

The beautiful woman stretched out her hand and pointed to the frolicking spirit fish in the river and said, "Do you know where that spirit fish came from?"

"I really didn't know that my subordinates were still wondering just now that the spirit fish caught by this fellow Daoist dissipated in the air. Qian Yang humbly asked for advice.

"In fact, the spirit fish in this river is not a flesh and blood life in the ordinary sense, but a specific form of some spiritual objects that absorb spiritual energy in the specific environment of the spirit river. The beautiful woman's expression when she was talking about business was also gentle and lovely.

"Huh?" Qian Yang didn't understand.