Su Ji was sucked into the undercurrent between the cracks in the mountain and fell into the abyss. The darkness swallowed the light in front of him, and the wind blew through him, making his cheeks ache like a knife.

A hazy white light enveloped his body, and he opened his eyes from an unfamiliar environment, and he was greeted by a completely different world.

The stars have gone nowhere.

The sky is a dirty and chaotic black, and the ground beneath your feet is a clean and bright white. It was not the first time that Su Ji had seen such a reversal of yin and yang, presumably this place would not be too far from Jiuquan.

Through the white and mirror-like ground, he could clearly see the reflection of his face: snow-white sideburns, and his eyes were full of youthfulness, adding a bit of old and calm.

Counting his age, he is nearly eighty years old this year. Although he can maintain his youthful appearance with Xuanqing Qi, he is less and less fond of traveling south and north like he did when he was young. If he could return to the Yang Realm safely this time, he would never want to put himself in danger again, hoping that this would be the last adventure in his life.

Su Ji thought like this, and walked slowly step by step. There is an emerald green mist in front of you, and only through that thick fog can you see the whole picture of the surrounding scenery.

At this time, he began to feel exhausted, and slowly raised a hand, and there was an extra willow immortal scepter coiled by two snakes in the palm of his hand. He slowly tightened his grip on the scepter and continued on his way like an old man on crutches. After a long time, through the green mist, there was a bubbling spring in front of me. The water of the spring is crystal clear, and the white light reflects the sparkling water, which is a bit dazzling.

He was tired and thirsty, so he leaned over and gently dipped his little finger into it first. Unexpectedly, the spring water tasted extremely bitter, and just this little bitterness made his stomach twitch.

Hehehehe......

The silence was broken by a sudden burst of laughter.

Su Ji turned his head in search of the sound, and saw a wooden boat moored in the middle of the water at some point. On the boat, there was a white-haired and childish old man, wearing a hat and a robe, dressed as a fisherman.

The white-haired fisherman introduced: "It is a bitter spring, a hundred times more bitter than the gall of a snake. ”

Su Ji lowered his head and spat a mouthful, eased up for a while, and asked, "Where is the old man sacred?"

The white-haired fisherman replied, "A ferryman." ”

Su Ji knew that this old man was definitely not a mortal, and most of them were ghosts and pawns of human or animal Yuan Spirits after cultivating to refinement.

The white-haired fisherman stroked his beard and asked, "Where have you come from, young man, and where are you going?"

Su Ji replied: "I am from the human world, and I want to go to the mansion of Emperor Dongyue, Tianqi Rensheng Palace. ”

The white-haired fisherman said: "The mansion of the Emperor Dongyue is still a long way from here, I can cross you for a ride, and you have to walk the rest of the way." ”

After a little groaning, Su Ji wanted to probe the details of this old man, and nodded: "Thank you, old man." ”

The white-haired fisherman rowed the raft to the shore. When Su Ji just jumped on the bamboo raft, a sudden rush of footsteps followed.

"Uncle, please wait!"

Su Ji turned his head to look, and suddenly his eyes opened slightly, only to see Mu Lingyu walking out of the green mist he had just passed.

The white-haired fisherman turned to Su Ji and asked, "This girl is also with you?"

Su Ji hesitated slightly, and was about to open his mouth to answer, but Mu Lingyu replied first:

"Uncle, we are not all the way, we will go our separate ways after we land on the shore. ”

The white-haired fisherman glanced at Su Ji and said with a smile: "Whether it's all the way or not, since we are destined to get together, we are people on the same boat." ”

Mu Lingyu sat in a small boat that could just hold three people.

Su Ji used the white crane voice to ask, "Don't you follow." ”

Mu Lingyu asked rhetorically: "You can come, why can't I come?"

Su Ji worried, "Do you know what kind of place this is? Do you know what I'm going to do?"

"What are you going to do?"

Su Ji sighed: "I don't know exactly what to do. I'm sure what I'm going to do next, though, is pretty dangerous. ”

The two men sat opposite each other, without saying anything to each other.

Mu Lingyu never glanced at Su Ji, just looked at the boat by himself, and found a wine gourd, a fishing rod, and a messy fishing net scattered in the corner.

Su Ji couldn't help asking, "Uncle, can you still catch fish in such a bitter spring?"

The white-haired fisherman replied, "Of course, I happened to meet two of them today. ”

Mu Lingyu looked around the boat. There were no fish, only empty baskets. The thin line of the rod is attached to a straight, unhooked, bare copper needle. She felt that this old man was so strange, not only fishing in the bitter water, but also using a straight hook for fishing.

Su Ji still looked at the white-haired fisherman and asked, "Uncle, I don't know which nine springs are in the underworld?"

The white-haired fisherman introduced: "The 'nine' of the so-called 'nine springs' does not refer to quantity. The number of heaven and earth begins with one and ends with nine. The nine characters are the largest number in the singular number, which means limit......"

Su Ji suddenly said: "Uncle means that there are nine springs in the underworld, maybe less than nine, or more than nine?"

"Not bad. The nine springs I know of so far are the Wine Spring, the Cold Spring, the Stygian Spring, and the Blood Spring. The source of the Nine Springs comes from the Yellow Spring of Xudu and ends at the Taimiao Immortal Spring of the Queen Mother of the West......"

What a wonderful fairy spring?

Mu Lingyu suddenly raised his head, and couldn't help but think of the Taimiao Immortal Palace of the Queen Mother of the West, and recalled that he looked down on the world through the lake in the Taimiao Immortal Palace, presumably this Taimiao Immortal Spring was one of the nine springs that could peek into all things.

The boat docked on the opposite bank, and the white-haired fisherman's dry lips let out a sigh: "I can only send you here, in front of you is Jiuquan, if you want to quench your thirst, there is no better place." ”

Hearing about the existence of Jiuquan, Su Ji was overjoyed.

The old man asked Su Ji, "Young man, what's your name?"

Su Ji hesitated for a moment and replied, "Su Ji." ”

“...... The white-haired fisherman looked suspicious and groaned, "She is also surnamed Su." ”

"Who is she?" Mu Lingyu asked curiously.

The white-haired fisherman replied, "She is a god of the past. God crosses the catastrophe of the first life, and the fate of the man cultivates the first life. ”

Mu Lingyu looked at it and found that the figure of the white-haired fisherman gradually turned into a blurred white light.

In the blink of an eye, the quiet bow of the ship was only a pile of snow-white down feathers.

The eyes of the two men widened suddenly. A gust of wind ruffled Su Ji's hair, blowing the feathers on the ground into the distant sky. An ethereal voice echoed in the sky: "Mortals have mortal pleasures." The world is like this wine gourd, and everyone is soaked in it. The more time passes, the more intoxicated I become......"

Mu Lingyu felt inexplicable, and he didn't know why this old man said this. However, this sentence was the troubles she was entangled in her heart, whether she should become the god of the Nine Heavens, or live as a mortal......

Hearing the white-haired fisherman's words, Su Ji couldn't help but be distracted for a long time, silently looking up at the feathers flying in the sky.

Mu Lingyu observed his expression and asked, "Don't you know, who is the white-haired fisherman?"

"If you guessed correctly, the fisherman who ferried just now ......" Su Ji leaned over and picked up a snow-white feather, and said decisively: "It should be an old white pigeon that has cultivated to perfection." ”