Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 308
"I didn't expect such a water pavilion to be hidden in such an isolated island in the deep sea." Yueyao looked around, and she was still amazed when she drove that gorgeous carriage around the world and saw many wonders. .

A little squirrel walked over with a small wild fruit in its arms, and put the wild fruit beside her.

"Although everything has a spirit, this scene is unheard of." Yueyao took the wild fruit and scratched the little squirrel's head.

"This pavilion was built by that person before." Mo Yi suddenly walked into the pavilion.

Yueyao hurriedly stood up: "Immortal...immortal."

Mo Yi shook his head: "Don't call me an immortal, just call me Mo Yi."

"Senior Mo Yi..." Yue Yao said respectfully.

"Are you the daughter of Yuefeng City?" Mo Yi asked suddenly.

Yue Yao was taken aback: "Senior, do you know my father?"

"I know him. He and I are considered to be of the same age. He is very talented in martial arts. If he is not the emperor, but the head of a sect, then the results of many things will not be like this." Mo Yi sighed softly, "It's a pity."

Yue Yao shook her head: "Who can choose to be born in the emperor's family?"

"Didn't you just make a choice? Your choice is good." Mo Yi nodded, "Not everyone has the courage to make such a choice."

"But now my father is dead, and Wuxiangshi is also dead. Those survivors of Beiyu don't know what will happen next. At that moment, Ye Dingzhi was really scary." Yueyao shook her head and said, "Mo Senior Yi is on an isolated island, so can he know what's going on outside?"

"Didn't you call me an immortal? The so-called immortal can naturally pinpoint and calculate, and can sit and contemplate the past and the future." Mo Yi turned around and looked at the high place.

"How is he there?" Yue Yao asked.

"Not everyone has the opportunity to see the most magnificent scenery in the world. The rest depends on his opportunity and talent." Mo Yi said quietly.

"Is there such a great power just by looking at it? Senior Mo Yi has also seen the scenery there, what happened in the end?" Yueyao asked.

Mo Yi smiled slightly: "I got up in the morning to watch the sea, and saw the wonderful scene of Changtian sea pouring backwards. I rushed into it at sunset, drank a ladle of water from the fire, and went down the mountain at dusk."

"how?"

"According to what you say on the ground today, it is a breakthrough. You have entered the Immortal Ascension Profound Realm."

"Old Yuan, come in." Baili Dongjun shouted at the ape on the other side of the stele.

But the ape waved his hand, as if he was very afraid of the other side of the stele.

"Strange, is it really the same as what Senior Mo Yi said, not everyone can come here?" Baili Dongjun walked over, brought in the plate of wild fruits left by Lao Yuan, and looked at it while eating silently before this shocking scene.

If it is a poet who comes here, he must write a pen and ink, and write a poem that will fly down nine thousand miles.

If a painter came here, he must have rolled out a long scroll, leaving a picture of the extreme view of the world for future generations to admire.

If a swordsman came here, of course he would use his sword energy to split the long fog with his sword.

But Baili Dongjun was not interested, he was eating wild fruits, looking at the burning seawater, suddenly had an idea, he shouted loudly: "Old Yuan, bring me a big wooden barrel, and pick Send me all the most delicious grapes on the island."

Old Yuan howled, which was regarded as a response.

"I remember that in the "Wine Classic", there is a record of a kind of wine, which is brewed with sea water. That kind of wine is difficult to brew, but it tastes good, with a slight salty taste. I have never thought about brewing a cup. This kind of wine, but here is the most wonderful seawater in the world. Do you think the wine brewed with this kind of seawater can shake the world more than the seven starry night wine?" Baili Dongjun walked back and forth. , while muttering, seemed very proud of his own thoughts, "Old Yuan, why are you ignoring me, Lao Yuan?" He turned around, only to find that Lao Yuan had already gone down the mountain.

"Forget it, forget it. There is no rush to brew wine, let's think about what to do with this inner strength." Baili Dongjun sat down cross-legged, "Senior Mo Yi asked me to create a new inner strength, but it's not so simple. Otherwise, let’s start with the Autumn Water Jue.”

Although the Qiushui Jue was created by Confucianism, it was Ji Ruofeng from Baixiaotang who passed the Qiushui Jue to Baili Dongjun that day.At that time, he relied on the ten-year medicine cultivation body built by the Confucian immortal Guchen, and he learned a lot in a few days, but today his body is empty, and he has made up for what he had that day.Baili Dongjun sat cross-legged for a while, according to the essentials of Qiushui Jue's internal energy, he transported away the pitiful zhenqi that had just accumulated in his body in the past few days.

An hour later, Baili Dongjun fell asleep.

Then I had a dream.

Dreaming that he turned into a long white dragon, fell into the sea, and sank down with the shocking waterfall. He roared and tried to go upstream, but was hit by the current again and again. down.He felt the impact of the sea water, the burning of the fire, and heard the laughing of the fairy behind the clouds.He was very angry, and roared into the sky again and again, but there was no response, only knocking down one after another.

So he could only look down in despair.

The abyss seemed endless, and he just kept falling, falling, as if he had fallen into an eternal dream. The only choice was to close his eyes and wait for himself to grow old in such a fall and become a pile of unthinking things. Dry bones.

"No, you must not fall like this."

The long dragon swung its tail and soared into the sky.

But a big wave came crashing down.

Baili Dongjun suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

Surrounded by water mist, his entire back was soaked, and he felt a wave of true energy begin to circulate in his body. Although it was far from it, it was more than a point stronger than when he first arrived on the island.It seems that this period of fugue just now was not a simple dream.

"Phew." Baili Dongjun took a long breath, "As Senior Mo said, there is really a mysterious world behind the stele. The dream just now was too real. If I just gave up, wouldn't I just wake up? But come on."

Baili Dongjun stood up, pulled out the Buranchen from his waist, and silently began to practice swords, first the simplest "Nineteen Styles of Embroidered Sword", then the instant killing sword technique passed down by his father, and finally The Naxi Chu sword song was rehearsed again.

"It's better to just ask the heavens." Baili Dongjun withdrew his sword regretfully, "I can't swing the sword with the Dao facing the sky. Master, master, what is my Dao?"

(End of this chapter)