Chao Xiaoyu looked at the mighty river ahead, flowing into the steep canyon.
The mountain peaks are very high, reaching into the clouds.
The flowing water is deep enough for a lurking dragon to sink into the abyss.
In just a blink of an eye, she and Shen Lian crossed an extremely long distance and arrived near the Xuantian Sect. She had never been to the Xuantian Sect before, and she knew the geography nearby. The name "Tianmen Gorge" beyond the front was the Xuantian Sect. territory.
A lone sail sailed out from the Tianmen Gorge.
In the smoke of the turbulent water, this lone sail looked so stable.
When the boat docked in front of Shen Lian and Chao Xiaoyu, they discovered that the boat had no bottom and the surging river water could be seen underneath. The boatman was a skinny old boatman.
He raised his voice, which was hoarse by the river wind, and said, "Come up, young man."
Shen Lian held Chao Xiaoyu's hand tightly, and the faint power of the five elements entered her body, preventing her injuries from rapidly worsening just because she left the divine realm.
The two looked at each other and smiled before getting on the boat.
When I landed on the boat, my feet were very solid. The boat was not an empty bottom, but an invisible air cover made the bottom of the boat.
The old boatman is already very old. When people see him, they feel that he may end his life anytime and anywhere.
Chao Xiaoyu said softly to the boatman: "How old is this old man?"
The old boatman smiled widely and said, "I've lived too long to remember."
He does indeed look very old, but not a single tooth in his mouth has fallen out. They are neatly arranged, with eighteen teeth at the top and bottom. Compared with his shriveled skin, his teeth are like round jade.
Chao Xiaoyu said sweetly: "You must have sent many people to Xuantian Sect?"
The old boatman said: "Yes, this boat has carried many people, but they rarely come back."
Rarely coming back can be understood as not wanting to come back, or even more so as not being able to come back.
If he can't come back, he will probably die.
"But since five hundred years ago, this boat, including you two, has only carried ten people. Don't worry, the first eight people have returned home well." The old boatman said in a low voice with a hoarse voice.
Shen Lian seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Have all the eight people before seen the real Xiangshan?"
The old boatman showed a mysterious smile and said: "It is precisely because they have not met the real Xiangshan that they can return home well, and the identities of the eight of them will never be worse than the two of you."
Shen Lian said calmly: "It seems you already know who we are."
The oar in the old boatman's hand paddled in the water without a trace of water splashing. The boat was like a sharp arrow, sailing in one direction accurately and quickly without deviation. He said cheerfully: "It is precisely because I know your identities that I will take you on board, because not everyone can get on this ship."
Shen Lian stared at the old boatman closely, sighed and said: "I heard that Master Xiangshan once visited the Senluo Hall of the Huangquan Demon Sect with the intention of taking away a scripture. For this reason, he fought with the Master of the Hell Road, Wu Jian Taoist. One day, does the old man know about this?"
The old boatman said: "So what if you know, so what if you don't know?"
Shen Lian said: "I know that Master Xiangshan did not take away the scripture as he wished, but he took away a person, and that person was Taoist Youjian's junior brother, the Netherworld Ferryman."
The old boatman was finally moved and said: "You know that this matter is indeed not easy, but you are still wrong."
Shen Lian immediately confirmed his guess. The old man was indeed the Netherworld Ferryman. No wonder he smelled like the Netherworld River water. When the leader of the Underworld Demon Sect was still there, he looked at the Netherworld Ferryman in a different light and told him a little bit about the Netherworld Ferryman Sutra. The Netherworld Ferryman Sutra was the supreme skill of the Underworld Demon Sect, and only the leader could practice it.
Since the leader of the Underworld Demon Sect disappeared, he has become a well-deserved candidate to succeed the leader. However, after all, the leader of the Underworld Demon Sect has not died, and he has only learned the surface of the Netherworld Crossing Human Scripture. Therefore, he was united by the other Demon Sect disciples, including the three major road masters, and imprisoned him in order to prevent him from becoming the sect leader.
At the same time, he was handed over to his senior brother Taoist Youjian to guard him in Senluo Hall.
Shen Lian said: "What did you say wrong?"
The old boatman sighed: "I was not taken away, but let go by my senior brother."
Shen Lian couldn't help but be silent, there must be a twists and turns in the story, and he had no intention of prying into this private affair.
The old boatman said: "In so many years, you are the first person to know my origin. Lu Xiangshan said that when someone tells me my origin, I should not stay here. After I send you to the shore, , I should leave too.”
Shen Lian looked guilty and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said this."
The old boatman shook his head and said: "You just want to know another thing from me. I don't blame you, because I won't tell it either."
Soon they arrived at the shore, and Shen Lian led Chao Xiaoyu ashore.
The old boatman followed a lone sail and disappeared into the Tianmen Gorge, perhaps never to be seen again.
Chao Xiaoyu asked curiously: "What do you want to ask him?"
Shen Lian said: "A confidential matter involving Qingxuan."
Chao Xiaoyu didn't ask, she was a very measured person.
She said: "Look there is a small house in front of you."
The two walked over, and when they got closer, they realized that the cabin was definitely not small, but there was a strange power here that affected their judgment.
The hut is independent of this quiet land, leaning against the mountain. There is a gentle breeze and swaying grass and trees, just like the residence of an immortal, unstained by the world.
This is a Taoist temple, named Zhizhi.
Obviously it means "to be content with one's content is not to be disgraced; to be content with one's content is not to be disgraced; to know that one is still without peril and can last for a long time".
As I got closer, I realized that Zhizhiguan is like another world, with the breath of mysterious principles flowing. Every exhale and inhale can make the human body understand the natural way of heaven and earth. No matter how ignorant a person is, if he stays here for a long time, he will understand Some spirit.
The door opened silently, and someone inside said slowly: "Two fellow Taoists, please come in."
The sound is mellow, but like the mysterious sounds of heaven and earth, there are hidden notes forming in the void, like snowflakes falling, dissolved in the Tao Qi.
Shen Lian smiled, Chao Xiaoyu was a little confused, and the two Shi Shiran entered the Taoist temple.
Once inside, Chao Xiaoyu couldn't help but admire that this was a clever way to attract mustard seeds from Xumi. When he got closer, he realized that the Taoist temple was very big. But when he walked in, he realized that the place was vast and far away, comparable to a human city.
When they reached the depths, they found dozens of people gathered together. These people's cultivation levels varied, but they were at least at level 7 or above of returning the elixir.
There were four people among them whose aura was like the abyss, even she couldn't see through it.
One of the four people, a scholar in his early thirties, said to her and Shen Lian: "I, Master Wang, have taken the liberty to invite two fellow Taoists to come. Don't be offended."
From the sound of his voice, you knew it was the one who invited them in just now.
It turns out that this person is Wang Shidao, Lu Jiuyuan's eldest disciple. He is indeed unfathomable. Just looking at his disciple's unpredictability is enough to deduce how great Lu Jiuyuan is.