Chapter 60 Zhuang Gong Fishing

The Wei River flows, a young man in a green shirt, rushing to the road step by step, looking close between each step, but walking out of the distance in a trance. Even this did not give people any special feeling, as if this young man was erratic and detached from the world in front of him!

At the feet of the young man, with every step, a small sword was born, and the next small sword disappeared, but the young man walked more than a foot away.

The whole scene is ethereal and dusty, magical and abnormal!

"This sword shadow step can be regarded as an extremely extraordinary exercise, and the speed has increased a lot, if you meet the foundation building period monk before Lu Jian now, it will be much easier to escape!"

However, after speaking, Wang Chenyou suddenly smiled, and a faint confident smile appeared on his face, "Now that the sword intent has just been formed, why not be afraid of the early stage of foundation building!"

As he spoke, void sword shadows suddenly appeared around Wang Chen, stirring the surrounding air and shaking for a while! After speaking, Wang Chen put away his sword intent, and the sword intent phantom behind him disappeared. However, unconsciously the strange sword intent aura left traces on Wang Chen's body!

Wang Chen continued to walk forward, and found two thatched huts in front of him.

The hut is nothing else, and the peculiar thing is that there is an old fisherman by the river. The old man was an ordinary mortal, and Wang Chen could see it at a glance.

However, the aura on the old man's body surprised Wang Chen, because this aura was very similar to his own breath, and it was also a detached aura. It's just that there is a clear difference between the detachment of this old man and Wang Chen's, and as for the difference, Wang Chen doesn't know what to do.

Wang Chen walked to the old man's side, and Pang Ruo sat down without anyone. The old man glanced at Wang Chen, and said with a little surprise: "Xiaoyou is just in time, wait a while, there will be fish soup to drink at noon!"

The old man didn't ask where Wang Chen was from, and the defense between the words was as if Wang Chen had known each other for a long time. Wang Chen also felt indescribably comfortable when talking with the old man, nodded with a smile, and sat quietly next to him.

The old man's level of fishing was very good, and a few fish were hooked in a few moments.

After about a quarter of an hour, a noisy sound came from a distance, which at first disappeared, and then came to the hut. Wang Chen was very surprised, and the old man didn't speak, just shook his head lightly.

The silk and satin, the gold-inlaid canopy, and the mighty guards all show the extraordinary identity of the group.

When he got closer, a sixty-year-old man walked out, bowed to the old man, and said, "Zhuang Gong, it's polite!"

The old man put away the fishing rod, bowed and saluted: "In the countryside of Xianai, please forgive me for the neglect!

Although the old man in Huafu has an extraordinary identity, he is also very polite to Zhuang Gong, "What is Zhuang Gong talking about? If it is peaceful today, King Liang is the king of holy virtue, and sincerely invite Zhuang Gong to come out, ask for the life of all the people, and open the peace of all generations!"

Zhuang Gong shook his head, and the old man continued: "Zhuang Gong doesn't know, the emperor originally wanted to come in person, because he was ill, so he ordered me to wait for the Holy Canopy to come and invite you to be an official!"

Zhuang Gong didn't speak, but sat down again and threw out the fishing rod. Seeing this, the old man in Washington didn't speak and stood behind him, and after a while, Zhuang Gongcai said: "I heard that there is a divine turtle in the Liang Kingdom, and it was three thousand years old when it was killed. King Liang treasured it with a bamboo box, covered with brocade, and enshrined on the temple. May I ask you, doctor, would this turtle rather have bones after death, or would you rather sneak in muddy water and tail when you are alive?"

The old man in Washington was stunned when he heard this, and then said: "Naturally, I am willing to sneak and drag the tail in the muddy water!" Zhuang Zhou smiled and said: "Thank you for the doctor's kindness, I am also willing to sneak in the water, the doctor should go back!"

The old man in Washington had a dark look in his eyes, but after thinking about it for a while, he still said: "Zhuang Gong Daxian, it will make people think deeply when we talk about a few words! It's just that life is short, and it is fleeting in the blink of an eye, how can there be a turtle's 3,000-year-old lifespan to waste, if you don't do something great, won't you regret it for life!"

"What's more, a hundred years later, the turtle that sneaks in muddy water doesn't know what is in the belly of a person, and the turtle enshrined in the temple is still read by the people, what can be evaluated between gains and losses?"

The old man in Washington said leisurely, and even Wang Chen felt that it was very reasonable. But when Zhuang Gong heard this, he smiled and said: "The doctor is really eloquent! But you are not the divine turtle, how can you know its choice? Maybe if you can swim in the muddy water for a while, you will die without regrets!"

"I have no regrets even though I die!"

Hearing this, Wang Chen's heart was shocked, and he was full of admiration for the old man's gaze, thinking back to the process of cultivating immortals!

Kill the monk as a secular warrior, move forward bravely in the beast tide, and finally get the dragon egg, and even if you don't dare to fight with the monks in the foundation building period head-on, get rid of the cowardice in your heart, whether you can comprehend the sword intent is another matter!

Thinking of this, my heart suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, the way of detachment must be full of hardships, if you don't have the determination to die without regrets, what kind of immortals can you cultivate, what avenue of transcendence!

After hearing this, the old man in Washington looked embarrassed, and after a while, he waved his sleeves and said: "Since Zhuang Gong wants to be that idle cloud and wild crane, he will not be reluctant to do so, and he will report truthfully to King Liang after returning to the palace!"

After saying that, the group turned and left.

Wang Chen stayed in Zhuang Gong's thatched hut for three days, watching Zhuang Gong fish during the day, talking about all things in heaven and earth, and occasionally drinking a few bowls of delicious fish soup.

Zhuang Gong is not an immortal cultivator, but the mind and opinions in Zhuang Gong's heart made Wang Chen admire.

"There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. Turned into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. Flying in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. The water hits 3,000 miles, and the one who sways up is 90,000 miles. Absolute clouds, negative blue sky, and then Tunan"

Wang Chen can imagine such a scene: the sea surface of hundreds of millions of miles is turbulent and boundless, and a fish thousands of miles long is churning in the sea. With a brush, the fish jumped out of the sea with wings on its back. Two giant wings thousands of miles long fluttered and set off boundless waves!

The waves suddenly came out three thousand miles away, and Kunpeng took advantage of the situation to fly up to a height of 90,000 miles, and the white clouds and blue sky were all under it!

The sound of the book was full of freedom from Zhuang Gong's mouth, and Wang Chen was relaxed and happy to hear it. This legend about Kunpeng is not necessarily false, it is said that there were such anomalies in ancient times. For both fish and birds, you can imagine the wings thousands of miles long, and any infant monk under that fan will be turned into ashes.

Maybe only the immortals in the fairy world can compare with it!

Wang Chen communicated with Zhuang Gong for a total of three days before deciding to return to the sect.

On the other side, a big event happened in Qingyunmen.

Qingyun Palace.

Qingyunmen has been a serious and solemn place for thousands of years, but on this day, it has gathered most of the high-level combat power of Qingyunmen. One Yuan Infant Monk, eight Jindan Monks.

The one with the lowest cultivation is the head of the foundation building period of Qingyunmen and a young man in the qi training period.

"Feng Wuji, are you guilty? You can be convinced that you have killed more than a dozen Qingyunmen disciples in a month in a month, and you will be sentenced to death!" Although his tone was stern but his expression was tinged with a hint of fear, this young man was not easy to get along with, and among the dozen or so people who died, there was also a monk in the early stage of foundation building.

It is simply appalling to kill a foundation building stage monk in the realm of the Qi cultivation period!

As soon as the head of Qingyunmen's voice fell, sword shadows poured out from the young man. The sound of the sword seemed to appear from all directions, and a sharp sword intent burst out from the young man's body. Under this sword intent, the head of the foundation building period actually trembled his legs, and he was a little unsteady on his feet.

"Some young people have bad intentions, and they will be beheaded, what can you do with me?"

This is boundless sharpness, as soon as these words came out, a middle-aged monk who was originally in the innermost part also opened his eyes, and the eight Jin Dan looked at the young man and felt that his eyes hurt, as if a sword was about to cut!

"Presumptuous!", a Jindan monk finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the coercion in his body was also released. This person's cultivation was at the peak of the Jindan period, but when he encountered the young man's sword intent, he was completely suppressed!

The head of the foundation building period can only squat on the ground at the moment, his face pale.

A battle seemed inevitable.

"That's it!"

A very ordinary-sounding voice came into the ears of everyone in Qingyun Palace, and everyone was shocked and their minds were disturbed. After this sound, the peak monk of the Jindan stage was shocked by an even greater coercion, and he was speechless!

The only one who could still speak and had a raging fighting spirit was missing, the young man in the Qi training period.

"You're very good, let's fight with me!"

The young man's eyes lit up, and the magic weapon on his back swooped out, and suddenly the sword qi more than one meter long was stirred.

Boom, crackle!

The sound of a fight was remembered in the Qingyun Palace. It's just that this voice came and went quickly! After the battle, the Qingyunmen Ancestor issued an order to reward Feng Wuji as the Qingyunmen Elder on a special basis.

The elders of the three major sects of the Liang Kingdom are all Jindan stage monks, or alchemists with extraordinary skills, and a Qi cultivation period monk actually serves as an elder of the Qingyun Gate, and for a while, the name of Feng Wuji resounded throughout the Liang Kingdom, and there was even a trend of spreading to other countries!