A mountain range shrouded in fairy mist appeared at the end of the sky. It was the legendary Lingze Mountain. When Lin Zhao squinted his eyes and looked, he could detect that the entire Lingze Mountain was surrounded by landscape restrictions and could not be directly controlled.
The sword steps into the top of the mountain, and Lingze Mountain is surrounded by water, so you have to ferry across the Lingze River, the longest in the world, to go up the mountain.
There is a ferry by the river. There are restaurants, teahouses, inns, etc. beside the ferry. Many people who are unable to climb the mountain due to weather reasons stay here. Lin Zhao dropped his sword in the forest a few miles away and immediately rode on.
Wearing a wild donkey, a green shirt, a sword on his back, and his bamboo hat pulled down extremely low, he looked like a real knight-errant.
Before even stepping onto the ferry, thunder was already rolling in the air, followed by heavy rain.
Lin Zhao hurriedly led the donkey and rushed over. There was already a waiter in the wine shop who smiled from a distance and said: "My guest, please come in quickly to take shelter from the rain. Wait until the rain stops before leaving."
Lin Zhao nodded with a smile, tied the donkey under the rain eaves, and immediately stepped into the wine shop. He spent a few coins on a pot of low-quality wine, and then drank under the eaves and enjoyed the scenery. In the distance, heavy rain poured down on the Lingze River.
The raindrops beating on the water surface are extremely shocking. What's more, wisps of river water are constantly being sucked into the clouds in the sky like tornadoes. It is the legendary dragon that absorbs water.
In addition, whirlpools were looming in the river. In an instant, Lin Zhao saw a green tail poking out of the water in the river. It disappeared in a flash. It was definitely not a fish or a python. No surprise.
It should be a dragon. Based on Lin Zhao's level of exploration, it is a golden elixir dragon. It is not a very powerful monster, but in this world of flowers, a golden elixir dragon should be considered a great demon.
This Lingze River is not simple!
"This fellow Taoist."
A young five-level sword cultivator wearing pure white brocade clothes looked at Lin Zhao and said with a smile: "Looking at your attire, you don't look like someone from our Xu dynasty. Could it be that you came from the ancient Shu Kingdom?"
Lin Zhao was excited, and then smiled and said: "I don't know. I have been practicing in the mountains with my master since I was a child. I don't know which dynasty our mountain belongs to. Anyway, now my master has asked me to come out to practice, so I want to come to this world."
Let’s take a look at the famous Lingze Mountain.”
"That's it..."
A middle-aged man in green clothes said with a smile: "Then you probably won't be able to go up Lingze Mountain today."
"Why?" Lin Zhao was surprised.
The middle-aged man pointed at the river in front of him and said with a smile: "Didn't you see it? A heavy downpour stirred up the waves of the Lingze River. The dragons hiding at the bottom of the river must have also been alarmed. Today, the Lingze River is already uneasy.
After giving birth, which ferry boat dares to cross the river, and which monk still dares to cross the river?"
"yes."
The young sword cultivator of the Five Realms smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. The scenery of the Lingze River is one of the best in the world. It doesn't matter if you stay here for a day. You can just cross the river tomorrow."
"That's it..."
Lin Zhao nodded, smiled and clasped his fists: "Thanks for the reminder."
The monks also nodded and smiled. It seemed that the customs on the mountain in the territory of the Xu Dynasty were not bad.
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Not long after, a group of people wearing official uniforms and raincoats walked out of the ferry. Everyone was soaked in the rain. They took off their raincoats and hung them aside. Then they sat down at the small table and said carelessly: "Restaurant,...
Serve wine and meat!”
They were a group of officials from the Xu Dynasty who were in charge of official ferries at the ferry port.
"Sir, is there no ferry today?" someone asked from upstairs.
"What a waste of a ferry!"
The messenger said angrily: "You only have one life. Who wants to feed the dragon at the bottom of the river? Last month, an official ship was sunk by the dragon, and dozens of lives were lost. It rained so hard today, and those people must have died."
The dragons at the bottom of the river have come out to have fun. If anyone wants to cross the river at this time, isn't that asking for death?"
"Too."
Everyone smiled and nodded, then went downstairs to drink, and no longer thought about Jiang Jiang.
Not long after, a heavy rain subsided and the sky cleared up. There was even a rainbow hanging over the river. It was very beautiful. However, the vortex on the river continued to surge. You could even hear the faint sound of dragons roaring on the water.
The water splashes that keep appearing are caused by the dragons killing fish, shrimps, monsters, etc. in the river.
Lin Zhao took the donkey, frowned, and decided to find a way to cross the river. The Jindan dragon was just a genus. To put it bluntly, even if Lin Zhao crossed the river with a reed, he might not be afraid of the dragon. However, right there
When Lin Zhao walked to the ferry, in addition to the five official ferries docked neatly at the ferry, there was also a small boat in the reed swamp in the distance. On the small boat, an old man in a raincoat was taking off a wine gourd and drinking.
Lin Zhao came with the donkey and said with a smile: "Old man, would you like to ferry across the river? I'll give you money."
"oh?"
The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Zhao, and said with a smile: "The dragons on the Lingze River are infested, and other monks are scared out of their wits. How come your life is harder than others? Are you still thinking of crossing the river?"
Lin Zhao laughed and said: "It's okay if the old man doesn't ferry me, why bother being sarcastic."
The old man immediately put away the gourd, picked up the oar, and said with a smile: "Young man, if you are not afraid of death, then get on the boat, but let's make a deal first. I don't accept copper coins from ordinary people. My ferry money is one.
Flying fish money!”
In the eyes of ordinary fish farmers, one piece of flying fish money can support a family for at least twenty years.
Lin Zhao smiled faintly, led the donkey and got on the boat. However, before rocking the boat and setting off, the old man opened a wooden board in the cabin, took out a rusty ancient sword from underneath, and tied the ancient sword to
The bow of the ship then rocked and set off.
A hanging sword?
Lin Zhao comforted the donkey and let it kneel down on the boat. Then he sat on the bow of the boat and looked at the hanging sword beside him with a smile. He had only heard of the legendary Hanging Cambridge, where the sword hung under the bridge.
Killing the dragon in the river, this is the first time I have seen the sword hanging on the bow of the ship in front of me. Could it have the same effect? If there is a dragon coming, it can also be killed with the sword hanging on it.
This old man is probably unusual!
The river was turbulent and the boat kept swinging, but Lin Zhao sat very firmly on the boat. He even took out a pot of green bamboo wine from the package and drank with his head raised, like a swordsman, with an extremely relaxed and comfortable posture.
While the old man was rocking the boat, he looked at the young swordsman, with deep meaning in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Young man, are you a monk on that mountain?"
"Ah, that's right."
Lin Zhao smiled and said: "Isn't this old man also a monk on the mountain?"
The old man was not embarrassed. On the contrary, he smiled casually and said: "I have grown dozens of years, but there are still some truths that I have not clarified in my heart, and there are some problems that have not been solved. Can you help me clear up my doubts?"
"I don't dare to explain it, I can only say it's a family thing." Lin Zhao said with a smile: "Senior, if you want to say anything, just say it, there is no need to hide it."
"good."
The old man narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "If the general trend of the world is about to collapse, in my opinion, what should the monks in the world do? Should they go against the current, or go with the trend?"
Lin Zhao raised his head and took a big sip of wine, and said with a deep smile: "If the general trend is good for the world, then go with the trend. On the contrary, if the general trend is not good for the world, then go against the current."
"Hahahaha~~~"
The old man let out a burst of hearty laughter and said: "My little friend is really a master. I don't need the flying fish money today. Let's just think of it as a good relationship with my little friend."
"Thank you very much."
At this moment, the ancient sword tied to the bow of the boat buzzed, and sword energy flowed. The old man looked into the river, frowned and said: "You evil beast, you dare to collide with my boat!?" -
-cut!"
The next moment, wisps of blood surged into the river. Lin Zhao quickly detected that a large water snake belonging to the Seventh Realm Dragon had been killed and its body sank to the bottom of the river.
The boat swayed and docked soon after. Lin Zhao led the donkey ashore, and the old man took off the ancient sword hanging on the bow of the boat and tied it to his waist. When Lin Zhao looked back, the old man had turned into a cloud of mist and disappeared on the river.
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Lin Zhao frowned. There was no way of knowing the identity of this old man, but it was obvious that he came specifically to see him. His words just now seemed to be a good relationship, but more like a test. He wanted to know what Lin Zhao was about.
The attitude of this world is whether to be a passer-by who has nothing to do with it, or whether it is really to interfere with the general situation of Baihua Tianxia. Lin Zhao's attitude is quite clear. If someone plots to cause chaos in the world, he will intervene.
Then he stopped thinking so much and decided to go to Lingze Mountain to visit the immortals!
It is said that there are hundreds of beautiful pictures in Lingze Mountain, and they are from the hands of a painting saint. The painting saint is Wu Yuanzi whom he met on the Xianning River. The landscapes under his brush and ink are truly outstanding, and the beauties under his painting brush
Well, I still have some expectations.
At the foot of Lingze Mountain, there is a small town. It is not big, but it has restaurants, wine shops, inns, treasure shops, etc. After all, the Lingze Mountain’s Climbing Platform has long been famous all over the world for its beautiful pictures.
There are many people who come here because of its reputation. Not only the monks on the mountain admire this place very much, but also the princes, ministers, literati and poets, etc., also linger here. After the chance legend about the beauty mural, there are even more people who come to Lingze Mountain.
Come to think of it, who wouldn’t want to take away a legendary goddess from the beauty mural?
Lin Zhao rode a donkey into the town and bought a blue oil-paper umbrella. In this misty and rainy Lingze Mountain, there is always a tool to protect the rain.
When he raised his head, he saw a crowd not far away, and two people walked over like stars. One of them was a handsome young man in white clothes, and the other was a woman in white clothes with an extremely beautiful appearance.
A pair of beautiful eyes were shining with hope, but there was a deep coldness in them, as if all the men in the town couldn't get into her eyes, while the young master beside her was eager in every possible way.
Lin Zhao frowned, grabbed a man selling sesame seed cakes and asked, "Who are those two people? They are so impressive?"
"Shh, little friend, don't you know something?"
Brother Shaobing said: "The woman is Yu Qingqiu, the saint of Yuyao Sect. She is both talented and beautiful, and she is also a mountain fairy. It is rare for such a person to come to visit Lingze Mountain."
"Where are the men?"
"Shen Lanzhou, the young master of Qixing Valley, seems to be a mountain god. He has been traveling with Yu Qingqiu these days and is very enthusiastic."
"Oh~~~"
Lin Zhao opened his umbrella and rode forward on the donkey, preparing to enter the mountain. However, the bamboo hat under the umbrella seemed out of place, so he took off the bamboo hat and hung it on the side of the donkey's back. But at this moment, the two gods As the couple walked by, Shen Lanzhou glanced at Lin Zhao and couldn't help but smile: "There are really all kinds of people in Lingze Mountain. Qingqiu, did you see that such a rough man still imitates others to hold an umbrella when traveling in the mountain?" , and he is not afraid of making people laugh."
Yu Qingqiu smiled lightly in Lidou.
Lin Zhao turned around, gently raised the oil-paper umbrella, looked at the other party with his eyes, and said lightly: "Where am I thick!?"
