This fog came very strangely, without warning, and suddenly became a trend that spread to the heavens and the earth.

Ye Zhou's eyes were white, the islands and lakes on Yunmengze could no longer be seen clearly, and everything in heaven and earth was shrouded in a layer of fog, and he couldn't see it really.

However, although the fog was heavy, it could not stop him.

Ye Zhou's steps were extremely fast, turning into a ghost, and he only headed towards his destination.

It was late at night, and it was foggy, and there was no one on the side of the road.

Soon he saw a thick city wall appear in front of him, and there was an antique pavilion standing above the city wall, which was the Yueyang Tower, a famous spot in Ezhou.

Ye Zhou walked to the lake and waited patiently.

After about half an hour, the fog rolled and there was the sound of footsteps approaching quickly.

"Master, is this the place?" a young man's voice sounded, revealing a thick pride and excitement.

"Downstairs in Yueyang, Yunmeng Ze'an, this is it!That's right!" an old man responded.

Ye Zhou glanced over and saw two figures walking side by side from a distance.

When he got closer, he saw the appearance of these two people, one old and one young, who seemed to be a pair of master and apprentice.

"Huh?" Ye Zhou sighed lightly, and found that the true yuan fluctuations of these two people were very familiar, and they were the two cultivators he had sensed in the hotel before.

Although they met again, Ye Zhou was not familiar with them, and he was not interested in talking to them for a while.

"Huh?" the old man looked over.

This time, Ye Zhou did not suppress his own breath, and he also discovered Ye Zhou's identity.

"Master, what's wrong?" The young man's eyes were shaking, and he looked very clever.

The old man whispered a few words.

"Is this another Taoist friend in the hotel?" the young man's eyes lit up, and he was about to come over.

The old man's face changed, and he grabbed him, "This Taoist friend used to be alone, and he didn't seem to like people to disturb him, so don't get close!"

Cultivators are different from ordinary people, they usually have secrets in their bodies, and they are used to being alone, and not everyone is willing to come into contact with unrelated people.

The old man walked to the side with the young man, looked at Ye Zhou secretly, and his eyes became solemn.

He found that Ye Zhou was already a mid-stage cultivator at a young age.

To be able to practice so quickly in this world of the end of the Dharma is either from a famous sect or with a great opportunity, and it is very difficult to provoke either one.

For a while, he couldn't see Ye Zhou's origin.

Although the young man was stopped by the master, his gaze at Ye Zhou was full of curiosity.

This person is not much older than him, but his cultivation is beyond him, and he doesn't know how to do it?

Ye Zhou's face did not move, and when he saw that there were two more cultivators here, he nodded secretly, convinced that this was the entrance to Yunmengze, but he didn't know how to enter?

His heart moved, and he suddenly seemed to remember something.

This Yun Mengze has not been foggy at all recently, but now it suddenly appeared, it may not be a natural phenomenon, but man-made.

Just by interfering with the celestial phenomena with manpower, how far will this person's cultivation go?

……

Unconsciously, Ye Zhou looked forward to this trip more and more.

"This is it!"

"Not bad!"

Accompanied by the voices of a man and a woman, a crisp girl's voice sounded at the same time.

"Dad, Mommy, are you here?"

Ye Zhou and the master and apprentice looked over, only to see a young couple in their thirties, leading a seven or eight-year-old girl over, looking like a family of three.

This man's cultivation has reached the middle stage of the real person, and the early stage of the woman's real life, what makes him strange is that this girl also has signs of true yuan fluctuations, although she has not completed the Zhou Tian cycle to break through to the real person realm, but such a young age is also very extraordinary.

This girl is full of heaven, her eyebrows are delicate, and she exudes a strong aura, and she is obviously very talented.

Ye Zhou couldn't help but sigh secretly.

The Chinese heritage is so profound, outstanding people, even in the world of the end of the law, there are many hidden strange people.

These cultivators don't usually see much, but now they have appeared one after another.

As the night deepened, more and more cultivators gathered by the lake, from all walks of life, some in suits and leather shoes, like successful mountains, and some in ragged clothes, looking like beggars......

These people have different mortal identities, but they all have the same identity, that is, cultivators.

Most of them are solitary cultivators, and some of them go in groups.

A total of more than twenty people gathered together, looking at each other, and some sociable people were already chatting with each other, and after a while they became very familiar.

Ye Zhou and a few others stood aside, looking very indifferent.

Ye Zhou secretly looked beside him.

One is a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, dressed in black, with an eerie aura like ice, which makes people dare not approach.

The other is a masked woman, with a bewitching figure, her eyes turned sideways, and the corners of her eyes reveal a pink charm.

The two of them seemed to be coming from a very wrong way, Ye Zhou frowned, and secretly distanced himself.

The rest of the others are also quite extraordinary, standing alone, not approaching others, and cultivating as a mid-stage real person.

But what Ye Zhou cared about the most was that he was a drunken old man.

As soon as he came, he lay under a section of tree trunk, drunken and hazy, looking hungover, and his clothes were even more shabby, looking very sloppy.

The other cultivators were far away from this person.

But Ye Zhou found that this person was the only person he couldn't see through in the field, and the true yuan aura all over his body was very weak, almost imperceptible.

When Ye Zhou's mind probed the past, he was isolated by an invisible force, and it was difficult to find out the details of this sloppy old man.

Although he looked drunk, his eyes were always very sober, and he secretly looked at everyone.

seemed to have sensed that Ye Zhou was observing him, and the sloppy old man looked straight over.

"Huh?" just glanced, his eyes widened in amazement, as if he had seen something incredible.

Just when Ye Zhou felt strange, the old man retracted his gaze again, looking disinterested, as if what Ye Zhou had seen before was an illusion.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

"Didn't you say this is the entrance?"

"It's weird!"

……

When everyone was waiting impatiently on the shore, there was a sudden sound of rushing water.

"What sound?" the crowd was amazed.

Ye Zhou and the others followed the prestige, and the fog that covered the sky and the sun parted silently, as if they had been cut in half by a sharp sword.

The calm water set off waves, and waves rushed towards the shore.

"Look!" exclaimed.

I saw a small black boat coming slowly, and an old fisherman wearing a hat stood at the bow.

The sound of the voice is coming slowly.

"Yoyo Song,

Yoyo Song.

A hundred years of life empty pin grinding,

How long can I live!

Sixty years of cloud dreams,

Huxiang has become a passing wave.

It's better to carry a harp and a sword, and a whole hat,

Go east to Penglai and sing Taoist songs. ”