In the southeast of Chu State, in the land of Qiantang and Wu Chu, there is a river that runs through the Nanling Mountains, with nine bends and eighteen bends, flowing warmly for thousands of years. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The water is especially clear, Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, and it is a real collection of heaven and earth.

In the long history, this river with abundant spiritual energy has fed the people living on both sides of the river, not only prolonging life, being smart and studious, but also having an amazing physique.

But no matter how big the characters are, they all know that the master here is surnamed Su.

For generations, respect is better than the emperor's grace, just because this river is the Canglang River, just because this river is the Canglang River of the Su family.

"Canglang River, it's a pity that time has passed, and the vicissitudes of the sea. ”

Xu Qingyun had come here in a hurry three years ago, but unfortunately, at that time, the power of the Shadow Secret Guard was infiltrating the world, and the entire Chu State's sect families were either subservient to the vassals, or they were on the same page, and the soldiers were fighting and fighting, and gradually spread to the prosperous Canghai County.

It's a pity that the prosperity is long gone, naturally not because of the shadow secret guard's raiding of the sect, because the decline of Canghai County has lasted for thirty or forty years, from the prosperous county of Qiantang and Wuchu, it is slowly moving towards the current withering and depressed appearance.

"The decline of Canghai County is inseparable from the Canglang River that has dried up. Xu Qingyun came to the river again.

Nine bends and eighteen bends, perhaps right, ancient books have also recorded that the Canglang River nine bends are like jade belts, warm and horizontal hanging the whole mountain and river. But now it looks like a yellow mud, winding between the barren mountains and dead trees, visible when the dead fish are starving.

"I really didn't expect that the Canglang River, which had flourished for thousands of years, would become so dry and decaying. Xu Qingyun walked across the barren riverbank, when he came here a few years ago, there was no one for thousands of miles, but this time when he came, he found a few crude tea sheds, there were small downtown houses, and he felt a little strange: "Am I in the wrong place? How do I feel a little different!"

It's a little different.

When I came back then, although I met a lot of people, my expression was depressed and depressed, and I felt disheartened when I ran out of oil and lamps. But now, when he looked at the crowd again, he found that although their faces were still dark, they were no longer numb, but full of heartfelt smiles.

Busy.

Life.

Wish.

That's right, that's what it feels like.

Xu Qingyun was shocked in his heart, he really couldn't understand what could make a numb person glow with a second life again!

"No, something must have happened in the past few years!" Xu Qingyun suddenly had a bad feeling, only to feel that his heart trembled inexplicably, and somehow, when he came here again, his whole person had a kind of fear and trembling from the depths of his soul.

"Uncle, is something happening here?" he resisted the excitement in his heart, came to the crude tea shop on the street, ordered a cup of tea very seriously, and looked up and asked, "Why do I feel that this place is a little different from before?"

"Haha, I'm afraid the young man hasn't been back for a long time. The old man of the tea shop is sixty years old, full of silver threads, but he is still in good spirits, he first poured a cup of tea for Xu Qingyun, and then said enthusiastically: "This is a happy event, I don't need to say much, old man, you just remember to settle down in this Canghai County in the future, there is no need to go outside to find any fairy blessings, this is definitely of great benefit to you." ”

Xu Qingyun trembled inexplicably in his heart, pursed his lips and asked, "Uncle, what do you mean by this." ”

"What do you mean?" The old man saw that there was no one in the tea shop, so he simply sat down, poured a cup of tea for himself, looked at the depleted river with nine bends and eighteen bends in the distance, and said with emotion: "Old man, I am sixty and three this year, and I have lived in Canghai County for more than 60 years, and I have never left half a step since I was born, and I have seen the prosperity of the year, and it is not an exaggeration to be the first county in the world." ”

The old man lowered his eyes and drank the cup of tea, his eyes showed endless depression, and sighed: "But I have also seen the decline of Canghai County, the decline of the sea for thousands of years, and there has never been the slightest sign, and the aura of the Canglang River that feeds the whole county has suddenly dried up." ”

Although Xu Qingyun already knew, he couldn't help but ask, "Why is this?

The spiritual vein is not a spiritual stone, the spiritual stone is a storage of spiritual energy, but the spiritual vein is in the buried texture, which is conceived and nourished by the spiritual beauty of heaven and earth. There is an essential difference between the two, one is just a product of aura, and the other is a Zhong Ling treasure land that produces aura, the spirit stone can be used up and exhausted, but the spiritual vein, as long as the texture of the mountain range remains unchanged, it can continuously absorb spiritual power.

"Yes, it doesn't make sense. The old man of the tea shop lowered his head and slowly drank the tea, his eyes were full of heaviness and grief of more than 30 years, pointing to the Canglang River where the aura was exhausted in the distance, and his voice was also a little self-deprecating: "But the reality is so ridiculous, the Canglang River that has not stopped for thousands of years, the aura suddenly dried up, the river water is not clear and sweet, but has a foul smell and musty smell, the most important thing is that there is no replenishment of the aura, and the entire Canghai County has fallen into a real turbulent era." ”

"A monk must not be without aura, so that the realm will not only not grow, but will be depleted, even if people who are homesick will still leave the country in the end. It is normal for people to go to tea and cool, but the really powerful people are gone, leaving some old, weak, sick and disabled, and Canghai County is really difficult to support. ”

The old man of the tea shop waved his hand with some interest: "Decay is a matter of time." ”

"That's not right. Xu Qingyun frowned slightly when he heard this, he raised his hand to the gradually prosperous market in the distance, and asked with some confusion: "But what's going on with them, I can feel the breath on their bodies, they are all extraordinary, and looking at their fanfare, it seems that they intend to take root and stay in Canghai County?"

"Hehe, isn't that what I just told you!"

The old man's eyes gradually lit up when he heard this, he looked up at Xu Qingyun, his eyes were scorching, and said: "Remember what I told you? Come to our Canghai County, stay, our Canghai County is in ruins, and we need real people of insight to build our Canghai County!"

Xu Qingyun made him confused, and said with some reluctance: "Uncle, you said it yourself, Canghai County's spiritual energy is exhausted, is there any point in staying?"

"Hehe, young man, don't you feel the difference between this time and the last time?" said the old man with some meaning, "Try the aura here." ”

Xu Qingyun was a little inexplicable when he heard this, because the spiritual sea in his body was as abundant as a river, he didn't take it seriously at all.

But at this time, I had to calm down and put the "Spirit Snake Turtle Breath Technique" into operation again.

Rumble!

The pure and clear aura is like a river and a sea!

ps。 Hmph, it's early enough today, I drank two cups of tea at night, but I didn't fall asleep all night, insomnia, it's really terrible. (To be continued.) )