The indescribable Taoist Lord

"It's a pity that I don't have any poetic talent. I can't compare to you talented people in Chang'an School. I don't even bother to go to the liberal arts academy. I spend all day fighting cocks and walking dogs. Otherwise, I might be able to write a full poem about the scenery of the Cangjiang River. arts."

Li Ping'an put Lingyuan on the boat and seemed to adjust the speed. The boat, which had been breaking through the wind and waves, slowly started to float in the middle of the river with the current.

At this time, the Wei River has entered the Cangjiang River. The vast river surface seems to be flush with the sky. Although it is not the sea, it is enough to give the illusion of endless horizons. The water is not clear, but it is not turbid either. It is just so dark that one cannot see clearly what is under the water.

This is the source of all the water in Zhongtian. Without this natural chasm that cuts across Zhongzhou, dividing water and land, making Tiannan, Zhongzhou, and Beihuang where Xiantang is located far away from each other, the world of Zhongtian might not be what it is. It looks like this now.

This is a river, but because it is so vast, people on both sides, if they are not monks, may not be able to see the other side, so the fishermen also call it Canghai - which is actually quite appropriate.

The currents were turbulent, and Wang Zhixin could not sit still. He was a person who couldn't rest when he arrived in a new place. What's more, the principle pursued by this young Imperial Master had always been the "unity of knowledge and action" mentioned by Zhang Qinghe. He Holding the water, my soul scanned the swimming fish below, visually observing the geometry of the depth and horizontal surface——

Everything is new to him and has never been touched before. He has always been a young man from a near-immortal family, so naturally he is not as down-to-earth as Li Pingan, who has been raised as a mortal since he was a child. Sitting on a boat driven by spiritual sources to cross the Cangjiang River, he has never experienced this novel experience.

However, when Wang Zhixin heard Li Ping'an's words, he broke away from curiosity and inquiry. Although there was no trace of emotional fluctuations on his stiff face, his words were particularly normal - this was also a characteristic of his usual communication with others.

"I don't have any poetic talent either."

Wang Zhixin responded quite casually.

Zhang Qinghe really brought a lot of changes to him. Even noisy people like Li Ping'an could have a good communication with him, instead of being immersed in his own world and focusing on "observing things".

The man told him that the so-called study of people's knowledge ultimately requires contact with people from the outside world.

"Ah, no way, Brother Wang, you don't have any poetic talent. It's really boring to be a student in Chang'an School."

Li Ping'an suddenly felt disappointed - after all, he was also an arty dandy on weekdays. Today, he just wanted to trick this Chang'an school student into reciting a few poems to adjust his schedule. Unexpectedly, Wang Zhixin was also a dandy. Can't compose poetry.

"I know how to compose poetry, I know how to learn, and it's enough to talk about truth." Wang Zhi didn't care.

"However, the world cannot walk, but the Holy Son can."

He smiled again, remembering Zhang Qinghe's previous talk about drinking with Li Shaobai, and the unrhymed limerick he left after the banquet that day.

"Whenever Brother Zhang arrives at the Cangjiang River, you can ask him to recite a poem. Now that the business is about to begin, you'd better keep your spirits up - isn't the secret realm of Xiantai in your Tiangong also rumored to be in Shenxia? You can find it if you don't know. Why don't you take a look at the information about the Aqua Tribe?"

Wang Zhixin said temptingly.

"What Tiangong? Isn't Tiangong an evil person? Why did Brother Wang suddenly talk to Ping An about killing the scum of people and demons in the state?"

Li Ping'an scratched his hair and said with some confusion, the big eyes on his face were full of doubts.

"No need to pretend, Brother Zhang mentioned it to me."

Li Pingan breathed a sigh of relief, but the words he still muttered were flawless——

"Brother Zhang? What did Brother Zhang say?"

"Night watch officer."

Wang Zhixin was too lazy to play around with this little clever boy. Years of suppression from the Demon Suppressor King and childhood memories made the boy sensitive and cautious. This was right, but it was not the appropriate way to deal with him.

"It turns out that Brother Zhang really told you that Brother Zhang is not a big-hearted person. I think he trusts you more than anyone else."

Li Ping'an finally stopped smiling and said thoughtfully. The words were not loud, but they were lost in the wind and waves in the middle of the river.

"I do have this idea. Teacher Taiyin told me before he left that the things that can be found in the secret realm of Xiantai may not be found even in Shenxia Langhuan Pavilion. After all, most people don't know about Zhongtian University. What does the world look like?"

Wang Zhixin said nothing and nodded to indicate for him to continue.

"The divine card guides me. There is an entrance to the secret realm of Xiantai not far away. I can go there along the way. Since Brother Wang proposed it, I don't have to avoid Brother Wang to do this."

"Cangjiang South Bank?"

"Yes, a remote town somewhere in Shenxia seems to be called Qingyang Town.

If we are determined to go, we can anchor the boat now. After we get some information, we will have a backbone. We don’t need to wait for the news from Brother Zhang, and we can start investigating along the Cangjiang River. We don’t need to be like headless flies. Generally, you can have a rough idea of ​​what Brother Zhang wants to know and guess what he wants to do. "

When Li Ping'an became serious, he lost all his playfulness, and he was not ambiguous at all - although he has been very good at pretending to be a grandson for more than ten years, his true self has not been abandoned in the end.

"If this information requires spiritual resources in exchange, do you have the resources?

This time I went down the river without telling my family. I never knew much about the source. I just thought it was just a huge number, and I never carried it with me. Naturally, someone paid for it for me, but this time... …”

Wang Zhixin said with a normal expression, which made Li Ping'an grin. Before the problem in his soul was solved, he had always broken the source into two parts. The Demon Suppressing King would never give him more. He even often Go gambling and cheat in the market.

But now...

"Brother Wang, don't worry."

Li Ping'an carried the heavy mysterious bag, which contained an unknown amount of things from the palace's treasury - before leaving the house, the Demon Suppressing King came to Yu Ling and took a small half for him, which was about a tenth of a The fallen near-immortal family carried it on its back.

Wang Zhixin pursed his lips and almost forgot that this was also a second generation. That's the good thing about Brother Zhang. He always makes friends with people who are not short of money.

The two of them were chatting, so they activated the spiritual source on the boat, leaned the boat to the shore of "Canghai", and pulled up their robes to get ashore.

However, what surprised them was that they thought they were surrounded by a wilderness. After all, this place was the most remote part of Cangjiang River and was extremely barren. Neither Xian Tang nor Shen Xia wanted to care about it and ignored it.

But now this place was actually full of people. The two of them looked at each other and walked forward...