The night's sound sleep eliminated most of the fatigue, and although he was a little reluctant, Zhao Yingluo still habitually got up early. After slowly running the Cold Flame Soil Recipe in his body for a week, he felt that he was in a good state, and at this moment he was carefully controlling a wisp of silver-gray flame that was swaying and burning in his palm.

As the flames rose and fell, the temperature of the void in his left and left range suddenly decreased. Together with the tea in the bedside teacup, which was still warm just now, it also turned into cold water suspended with fine ice ridges suspended at this moment.

Zhuangyuan Pavilion is a small six-story building, and according to Zhao Yingluo's estimate, it should have nearly 100 guest rooms. He lived in a small room on the third floor facing the lake to the east, drawing the curtains and pushing the east window, and he greedily breathed the cold air of early spring. Look at the cobbled paths by the lake and the people who wake up early and exercise in the open gardens facing the lake in the distance. Zhao Yingluo suddenly had the idea of blending in with them and going to the lake to take a look.

He walked from the third floor to the first floor of the Champion Pavilion through the well-made wooden spiral staircase, and then walked towards the designated dining area on the right hand side of the stairs. Breakfast is very fixed, simple but distinctive. Two fried browned East Lake goose eggs, a bowl of steaming, fragrant East Lake rice porridge. Enjoying the warm service of the guys and eating a delicious breakfast, Zhao Yingluo was in a comfortable mood early in the morning, and a simple smile appeared on his face.

The fiery red sun radiated a bright and warm light in the eastern sky, and after Zhao Yingluo was far away from the crowd, he came to a relatively quiet octagonal pavilion by the East Lake. At this moment, there are seven or eight people sitting or standing in the pavilion, and everyone's eyes may fall on the old man who has already lit up his figure and sings gracefully. Or on the face of a beautiful young woman who is sitting elegantly, pulling the strings with her left hand, and half-hugging the huqin.

The sound of the piano is melodious, and the singing voice is tactful and high-pitched. Zhao Yingluo, who also understands music theory, enjoys it, his thoughts fly with the song, and he enjoys a rare quiet time. He heard the opera sung by the old man, telling the story of "Wang Xiao Fishing". This story is very down-to-earth in Zhao Yingluo's view, there are many fishermen in Beiyi Kingdom, especially in Donghu County, and whether it is cultivating immortals or secular worlds, the story is widely circulated, and adults and children are familiar with it.

The protagonist of the story, "Wang Xiao", was an orphan since he was a child, and he lived by the sea, weaving nets for the rich man's family and going out to sea to catch fish. In the summer of his sixteenth year, a raging storm continued to rage in this small fishing village for nearly ten days and nights, looking out the window at the raging sea and at the empty rice bowl. Wang Xiao gritted his teeth and said to himself: "Although there is a storm and stormy waves outside, if you don't go out to sea to fish to exchange rice for cooking, you will run out of food." I'm so old, and my neighbor's life is not easy, I can't always trouble others to help, so I'll go to sea today to try my luck. ”

Wang Xiao carefully sailed the flat boat left by his father and mother in the angry waves, and with difficulty cast a fishing net full of patches. After passing through countless nets and finding nothing, after the boat was able to avoid several oncoming waves, when "Wang Xiao" was almost disheartened, he finally caught a big red fish. In the worn-out fishing nets, in the gloomy sea, it was so brilliant red, so dazzling.

At this moment, the tactful singing of the old man in the octagonal pavilion has been sung to "the joy of Wang Xiao when he caught a big red fish". At the same time, the two people around Zhao Yingluo seemed to be talking in a low voice unintentionally, but it aroused his interest even more.

After listening to one of the round-faced middle-aged men looking around, he coughed and said, "Last night, when I was drinking with the nephew of the Bennai family who worked in the Broadsword Gate, after he had drunk for three rounds, he accidentally revealed that the Broadsword Gate would make a big move in Donghu County in the near future. This matter is very likely to involve the secret realm in the lake that has been passed down from generation to generation. When I pressed him further, he was already aware that he was pretending to be drunk and just pretending to be drunk and just saying that he didn't know. ”

Zhao Yingluo continued to listen to the mutual praise between the two round-faced middle-aged people for a while, and found that there was no more useful news for him. quietly left the octagonal pavilion and merged into the crowd on the shore of East Lake.

After the Shangyuan Festival, the cold winter of snowy sky has gradually gone away. The lake is thawing, the weeping willows are green, and the air is filled with the scent of grassy earth. Zhao Ying landed on the edge of the lake, leaning on the railing, looking at the spring water of the lake that was wrinkled by the breeze. But what is reflected in its sparkling waves is the faintly green distant mountains, as well as the pavilions and pavilions by the lake.

The entire East Lake covers an extremely large area, accounting for two-thirds of the entire East Lake County. The lake is dotted with dozens of small islands, which are occupied by the Weidong Trading House and the Broadsword Gate. Among them, the most famous island is Starfish Island, which has been controlled by the Broadsword Gate for nearly 10,000 years. The island is named after its resemblance to a sea creature, a starfish. It is also famous for the rumored entrance to the secret realm of East Lake that appeared on this island tens of thousands of years ago.

Therefore, according to legend, among the several secret realms of the immortal cultivation world, they are all rich in spiritual materials and treasures, and there are many spiritual grasses and demon beasts. Among them, there is a great opportunity to help the monks break through the bottleneck of the immediate and even unassisted period.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Great Elder Yin Charm of the Yin Sect relied on the great opportunity in this secret realm of the East Lake to break through the bottleneck of the unfinished period in one fell swoop, and relied on the Nine Heavens Immortal Soldier from the secret realm, the Cold Flame Reincarnation, and swept through most of the immortal cultivation realm, and its momentum was unparalleled for a while. Of course, this also makes the secret land of East Lake a desirable place. The first of several secret realms, this is a group of immortal cultivators who practiced the Tao, and at that time repositioned the secret realm.

Zhao Yingluo looked at the vast lake, thinking about the rumors about those several secret realms in the immortal cultivation world, and the whole person gradually fell into contemplation. What he didn't realize was that the tidal tripod that had been warmed and cultivated in his lower dantian qi sea, the silver-gray eyes on one side of the tripod wall actually opened slowly at this time. His pupils were pale gold, and the stars and the sea were reflected in the depths of his eyes.

"Young man, the topography map of the mountains and rivers of Donghu County, let's have a copy. Zhao Yingluo, who was lost in thought, was awakened by an old voice.

Looking at the wrinkled and thin old man holding a thick pile of sheepskin topography maps, Zhao Yingluo, who already had this map, said quite reluctantly: "Uncle, come to two." ”

Then Zhao Yingluo followed the flow of people past the open garden that he had teleported to a torn void a few days ago. Next to the path in front of his door, more than a dozen vendors have set up stalls, selling all kinds of so-called natural treasures.

As he passed by the stalls selling ritual utensils, gold and silver ornaments, talismans, pills, exercises, and other things, his eyes were quickly drawn to a dilapidated catalogue in the corner.