Zhongzhou.

Tianshui Mountains.

The mountains of Panpan are stacked on top of each other, and the deep canyons are unpredictable.

If you look closely, the style of each mountain is by no means different, or heroic, or handsome, or windy, or abrupt, sometimes ghostly, sometimes plain.

The ancients said that the mountains contain all things in a thick and open posture, and if it is said in this way, the Tianshui Mountains should be the most broad-minded and the most extensive in the mountains!

Between the endless peaks, with no edge in sight, in the void of several peaks, in the clouds almost as high as the peaks, a huge hole was broken in the sky for no apparent reason. The boiling water appeared out of thin air, and as soon as it gushed out of the hole, it poured down with the momentum of ten thousand jun.

That day, the water was originally as clear as a colorless crystal, and you could still occasionally see the colorful fairy light in it. But as the water falls from the sky, the water flow and the breath of the mountain are agitated and blended, and a little blue spiritual light is slowly spread into the sky, so that when the water enters the mountain and winds with the twists and turns of the mountain, it has become a dazzling blue ribbon that meets the human eye.

This is the birthplace of the Spirit River, and it is also the legendary discharge place of the sewage of the fairy world.

Birds are extinct near the Tianshui Mountains, and there is no one to be found. When the rolling heavenly water broke through the space, it fiercely tore through the space barrier, and countless interface fragments erupted, and most of the fragments went all the way east with the water of the Spirit River, but there were still many fragments scattered between the mountains like this, mercilessly cutting through all the obstacles encountered.

The blue Spirit River rolls eastward, through mountain streams, higher plains, through woodlands, and across plains, rushing and roaring like a giant dragon, mercilessly devouring everything that dares to approach it. And those little bits of immortal light from the source have long been hidden in the deep blue, and they are not to be found.

I don't know when the agile little fish were born out of thin air, playing carefree in the river, and various anglers began to appear along the river.

It was another season of abundant water, the waves on the water surface were happily chasing and jumping, the spirit fish were turning with the waves, and countless monks also gathered from all corners of the Tianyuan Continent to the shore of the Spirit River, took out their fishing rods and began fishing, and secretly prayed for the favor of the heavens.

This is a small branch of the Spirit River, gently clearing the mist and flowing slowly through the forest.

It is said to be small, but it is only relative to the main vein of the Spirit River. At this time, the hundreds of feet of the river are still breathtaking, and you have to feel your own insignificance. Coupled with the thin layer of fog on the surface of the river, it is difficult to even see the scenery on the other side of the river unless you have enough eyesight.

A young green-robed monk with a cute face stood on the bank of the Spirit River at some point.

Compared to the last time he was here, the river was several times wider, and the dazzling blue of the river seemed deeper. What surprised him more than the change in the river was that the river bank was so lively beyond imagination.

The young man is Qian Yang, and he didn't mention how many monks he met along the way, but said that on the bank of the Spirit River, every ten zhang or so, there would be a monk concentrating on fishing.

Anglers abide by the unwritten laws of the Tian Yuan Continent, and they don't squint at all when fishing, even if someone successfully lifts a fish not far away, no one will look at it, let alone get up and exchange experiences.

Qian Yang was severely reprimanded by someone last time, this time it can be regarded as a long memory, as soon as he saw someone fishing, he hid far away, if he happened to meet someone lifting a rod to collect the line, he simply turned around and ran away, for fear of getting into trouble.

Qian Yang went out this time with something serious to do, and he really didn't have the leisure to provoke right and wrong. Even for the sake of safety, he put away all the new blue robes, put the green robe that he had worn for a long time on his body again, and specially spent a lot of spirit stones in the fang market to buy a pendant that could cover his cultivation and hide it around his waist.

In fact, Qian Yang also knew that if the revealed cultivation was low, it would undoubtedly be easier to get into trouble. But Qian Yang, who has always been insecure, really doesn't want to show all his skills outside, and without a little hole card in his hand, he is uncomfortable from head to toe.

He had already made up his mind that he would always show himself as a person in the Qi Refining Period when he went out this time, so that no matter how much trouble he encountered, it would not exceed his control limit.

"It's not that I have to pretend to be a pig, but this world is too sinister, safety first, safety first!" Of course, Qian Yang would not admit that he was a bad person.

The process of passing through the misty forest was extremely smooth, and he encountered a few spirit beasts that did not open their eyes, and they were also sent away by him. When he revisited the old place, he clearly felt his own growth, and the big troubles that had caused him a lot of anxiety now seemed to be completely worthless.

After strolling around the river for a while, sighing at the magic of nature, Qian Yang began his first task: to find people!

The task of the sect was not in a hurry, and Qian Yang planned to take this opportunity to fulfill his long-cherished wish first. He has been fishing in the Spirit River for a long time, perhaps because he likes the tranquility of solitude, or maybe because he prefers the unknown of not knowing what he will catch next.

Qian Yang knew that he was looking forward to the surprise he would get by chance, but he was also sure that he would never fall into an addiction to a small probability event. To put it bluntly, he's just a little bored and looking for a fresh game to play.

Qian Yang learned the spirit bait technique in the sect, and also bought a beautiful fishing rod in the Fang market. But he knew very well that it would be too whimsical to want to call for wind and rain by the Spirit River with such a little investment, and he had to do his homework before playing online games.

Fishing is a very technical job, fishing in the Spirit River is even more so, like his own budding, it is not advisable to hit the luck so stupidly, he thinks that he should still find a high finger to point himself, help himself improve the level of fishing skills and then make plans.

The only fishing masters Qian Yang knew were He Bin and Chen Ying, and the first thing he did when he came this time was to ask these two for advice. In fact, Qian Yang doesn't know if these two are masters or not, but it's not a big question of whether they are masters or not, just be stronger than him anyway.

Qian Yang was not disappointed that he didn't find anyone by the river, last time, the gentle senior sister said that they lived not far from the south, and Qian Yang also found it in the south of the river.

Nowadays, the banks of the Ling River are overcrowded, and many of them plan to stop here throughout the wet season, and there are many temporary wooden houses on the bank. Qian Yang is one head and two big, how could he never have thought that there were so many houses by the Linghe River, where should he find someone?

The monks were often very wary of strangers, and even if Qian Yang deliberately asked those monks who seemed to be quite kind, it was a lot of uninteresting, so that he really didn't want to open his mouth to beg again.

If you don't need anything under your nose, you can only rely on your legs and eyes. Qian Yang's observation room by room, the kind of house that looks like a newly built house, Qian Yang will never take a second look. It's like a joke, and he obviously doesn't plan to stay for a long time, and he doesn't have much interest. Remove the kind of single dormitories that can't fit into a double bed at all, and there are only three or five wooden houses left that can be seen.

Qian Yang sighed and checked one by one.

The exterior walls of this room are rotten, and there may be a musty smell inside!

This room is not small, but the ceiling is really low!

The room was well maintained, atmospheric and sturdy, and clearly often cared for, with a wooden façade that was wiped dry and shiny.

"Huh, there are two kinds of footprints, one large and one small!" Qian Yang turned into a detective and discovered the suspiciousness of this wooden house from the clues outside the house.

"Do you want to probe your spiritual sense in and take a look?" Qian Yang licked his lips: "But if you accidentally see something that you shouldn't see...... Forget it, let's knock on the door and ask!"

As soon as Qian Yang took one step, he hesitated again: "But I really don't want to be scolded! Why don't you take a sneak peek?"

Qian Yang was entangled outside the house, and suddenly there was a stirring in his heart, only to feel a strong wind behind him.

To say that building a foundation is different, even if Qian Yang is defenseless in advance, this kind of sneak attack that obviously does not exceed the level of qi refining will not be able to help him.

"The speed is too slow!" Qian Yang pursed his lips, and even had time to think in his heart: "Am I barely dodging, or am I pretending that I can't dodge?" Qian Yang stalked his neck, not feeling the murderous aura from behind, and even the feeling of danger was almost none.

"Do a full set of plays, and if you wear a green robe, you must look like a green robe!" Qian Yang was addicted to acting, and he was addicted to drama from time to time when he returned from the trial.

With a helpless expression, he turned around, and a huge jar smashed on his shoulder so reliably.

"Smack!"

The jar was broken, and the scattered fragments were not a big problem, but the jar was not empty, and the jar full of water inside followed the inertia, and the head and face were splashed on Qian Yang's head.

"You're cheating!" Qian Yang was angry.

He deliberately hit the shoulder, but he really didn't expect this jar of water. Unexpectedly, it was impossible to hide anymore, so he was poured into a soup chicken.

In the first battle after building the foundation, he was completely defeated by the hands of Qi refining cultivators.

Qian Yang's face couldn't hold back: "Indiscriminately hurt people, don't talk about hurting people, what's wrong with spells and talismans, just use a broken jar! Your master taught you to fight with people like this?"

"Is that you?" a gruff voice spoke, confused.

Qian Yang also saw the person who came clearly, and the fire in his heart couldn't be suppressed.

"What about me? I've never seen such a grumpy person like you in my life, what can't I say well, except for my mouth and hands, I don't have any cultivation at all, and I still fish by the Spirit River all day long? I don't believe that there is a fish that is so blind, and can be caught by you!"

The man was not to be outdone: "Hmph! You spied on me fishing by the river last time, and this time you even came to the house to spy on my Taoist fellow, if I don't throw you into the Spirit River to feed the fish today, maybe how many female cultivators will be blasphemed by you voyeur in the future!"

The man was about to make a move as he spoke, but Qian Yang was stunned on the spot: "What? voyeurism?"

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