Chapter 588 Sitting by the pond, fishing the heavens
All heavens and worlds.
Jiuyin Mountain.
Fox Clan Valley.
At the back of the valley, there is a pond, about six or seven feet in diameter, and only two feet deep.
I saw a young man in white, sitting on the rock beside the pool, holding a wooden pole in his hand.
At the end of the wooden pole, a silk thread hangs.
The silk thread hangs down, and a part of it is in the water.
He is fishing.
And on the side, a little fox suddenly sprang out. Its fur was white and perfect.
"Mr. Taixu." The little white fox ran under the rock and looked up at the young man in white, with pure eyes and a clear voice.
"Xiao Bai, are you lazy again?" Zhuang Ming looked away from the water, turned his head to look under the rock on the left, and said with a smile: "Have you finished your practice homework today?"
"I've finished it a long time ago. I have to sit cross-legged and meditate every day to circulate the breath in my body. It's very boring and annoying to death." The little white fox muttered.
"Silly girl, this is your strong capital. You must not slack off." Zhuang Ming chuckled, curled up the index fingers of his left hand, hit her on the head, and said: "If you are not strong enough, you cannot protect her."
You can't protect your tribe by yourself. Only if you are strong enough can you protect the things you want to protect. This time, because you are not strong enough and do not have the ability to kill the Wolf King, the Fox tribe will worship under the Ziyan Temple and survive. However,
From the current point of view, if there are no changes, if we cannot become stronger, we may never be able to turn around again."
"Sir, he said that within a hundred years, the spiritual spring will be returned to us." There was hope in the little white fox's eyes.
"I still remember." Zhuang Ming nodded slightly and said calmly.
"But now..." the little white fox whispered: "Purple Smoke Temple is too powerful, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get the spiritual spring back in a thousand years."
"Purple Smoke Temple is indeed very powerful, but you may not be able to become stronger." Zhuang Ming said slowly: "If you don't practice hard, there will be no future. Only by practicing hard and having strength can you be qualified to fight."
"But we haven't become strong yet." The little white fox said with eyes full of sadness.
"So, in order to survive, we can only be so humble." Zhuang Ming said softly: "In humbleness, you become strong. Only when you are strong enough can you no longer be humble."
"Then I will work hard on my cultivation." After the little white fox said this, he thought of something again and said in a low voice: "Someone came to Ziyan Temple this morning."
"It's another one-year period. It's time for someone to come and take away the spiritual spring produced last year." Zhuang Ming nodded slightly without any surprise.
"Last year, there were only 370 bottles of spiritual spring produced." The little white fox said, "But the white eagle took away 23 bottles this year."
"So, there are only 347 bottles of spiritual spring given to Ziyan Temple this year?" Zhuang Ming pondered.
"Yes, there are less than three hundred and sixty-five bottles, and that Taoist is very angry." The little white fox said angrily: "He also hurt the great elder."
"Taoists who are ordered to fetch the spiritual spring every year have to enter the Yin Mountains, pass through the territory of endless demons and ghosts, and bring the spiritual spring back safely, which is considered a risk. Therefore, taking this trip to the Purple Smoke Temple is
There is a lot of merit, but then again, the disciples of Ziyan Temple are walking in the Yin Mountain. As long as they do not take the initiative and just walk and experience, no demon king will easily attack them. Therefore, for them, come
Going to Jiuyin Mountain to collect the spiritual spring is not dangerous or tiring, but it can be a great achievement and is considered a good job."
Zhuang Ming paused and then said: "However, the amount of spiritual springs collected is less than in previous years, and even less than what we originally promised. I'm afraid it's not easy for him to explain when he returns to the mountain this time. No wonder he is dissatisfied. However,
It's okay for him to hurt the great elder. If he had a more domineering temper, he might kill a few fox demons as punishment and give him a beating."
Having said that, Zhuang Ming looked calm and still looked at the pond in front of him.
About one bottle of Jiuyin Spring can be extracted every day.
However, this kind of spiritual spring will fluctuate slightly, and it is normal to have a few more drops occasionally.
Over time, over a year, you can have a few more bottles.
In the past, there were probably nearly 400 bottles of Lingquan.
The three hundred and sixty-five bottles Zhuang Ming told Zi Yan Guan left some room for the Fox Clan.
But I didn't expect that last year's output was lower than before.
Moreover, the white eagle that had been stationed in the Fox Clan for a long time was quite greedy and took away some of the spiritual springs it produced.
No matter what the reason is, since the amount of spiritual springs taken back from the Fox Clan is less than 365 bottles, there will naturally be a lot of dissatisfaction for Ziyan Temple.
"Ziyan Temple is too bullying." The little white fox asked: "Is this all we can do?"
"That's all we can do now," Zhuang Ming said.
"Because he is too weak, under the invisible threats from all sides in Yinshan, and even under the invisible oppression of Ziyan Temple, he can only survive with the help of Ziyan Temple's protection, so he can only endure it."
Zhuang Ming's expression was as usual after thinking about it. He recalled that in the past, when he had not yet completed his spiritual practice, he first started doing business and relied on the power of the government to do things. In terms of profit distribution, under the pressure of officials from all sides, he endured a lot of losses.
?
He did not feel that since he was a disciple of the Jusheng Mountain, he should not accept such tolerance.
Because at that time, he only had two corpses and two so-called martial arts masters.
It wasn't until he grew up that he invisibly stood higher than officials everywhere, and could personally decide the distribution of business interests on an equal or even higher level.
"How strong should we become before we can stand up?" asked the little white fox.
"If you are the pinnacle Zhenxuan, then Ziyan Temple will not dare to despise you, but..." Zhuang Ming moved his eyes to the water and said leisurely: "The water in the world is always turbid and deep. Maybe you have shown too outstanding skills.
With your talent, Zi Yan Guan will take the initiative to kill you and then continue to control the Fox Clan."
"What do you mean?" The little white fox was a little confused.
"If you take this sentence to the Great Elder, he will naturally understand it."
From what Zhuang Ming said, the Great Elder should be approaching a breakthrough.
Going one step further, it is almost to the high level of Zhenxuan.
Ziyan Guanhui will pay more attention to him.
If one attaches importance to it to a certain level, such as the extremely profound level, then the great elder should pass away forever.
Then, the Fox Clan will have a new great elder.
The Master of Purple Smoke Temple is indeed an extraordinary person.
"The great elder went out before he recovered from his injuries." Little White Fox said, "I don't know when he will come back."
"Going to secretly protect the White Eagle?" Even if Zhuang Mingdang knew the truth, the only one who could make the Great Elder leave the Fox Clan in a hurry regardless of his injuries was the White Eagle.
"That white eagle went out hunting again." said the little white fox.
"I heard that the last time it went out, it provoked the Great Demon King Zhenxuan." Zhuang Ming's face remained normal and he said slowly: "In order to calm the matter down, the Great Elder of the Fox Clan personally came forward. In the end, three condensed golden elixirs were killed.
The great demon of the fox clan?”
"Yes, this guy is very hateful and has killed many clan uncles. If it hadn't been for Zi Yan Guan, he should have been beaten to death long ago!" Hearing this, the little white fox became even more angry and said, "It drank last time.
The monkey wine in the mountains went crazy with alcohol and said he wanted to change his taste and wanted to eat Dabai. If the elder hadn't come forward to appease him and gave him two more bottles of spiritual spring, he would have eaten Dabai."
"Is it like this?" Zhuang Ming paused and said leisurely: "Things in this world are always made one step at a time. This time, in order to appease its lust, I gave it two bottles of spiritual spring. It benefited. Next time, I gave it two bottles of spiritual spring.
Maybe he will learn this one time and ask for the spiritual spring every time. Gradually, he will be given more than two bottles of spiritual spring every time... Maybe, starting from this year, he will often get drunk."
"What do you mean?" The little white fox has been practicing for many years, but his understanding of many words is still like that of a child, and he is a little confused.
"Tell this sentence to the Great Elder and he will understand." Zhuang Zhen thought for a while and said: "Besides, since that white eagle said something about changing his taste, he will say more like this in the future.
, it is inevitable to want to give it a try. Maybe once the thought is too strong, even Lingquan cannot suppress its appetite, and several fox tribes will fall into its mouth and give it a taste.
A fresh taste of blood food.”
"Do I also need to tell the Great Elder this sentence?" the little white fox was startled and asked.
"You can tell the great elder whatever I said to you today."
When Zhuang Ming said this, he suddenly raised his hand and raised the fishing rod in his hand.
The thread in the water was immediately pulled up.
At the end of the silk thread, there is a fish, blue-gray in color, struggling constantly.
"Little fox, do you want to eat fish?"
"Don't eat it." The little white fox shook his head and said: "The fish here is not delicious, has no spiritual energy at all, and does not moisturize the mouth at all."
"Then just wait a little longer." Zhuang Ming said with a smile, took the hook out of the fish's mouth, tossed it casually, and threw it into the pond.
"What are you waiting for?" The little white fox was even more shocked when he saw him throwing the fish back.
"Wait until the fish becomes moist." Zhuang Ming tossed the fishing rod again, and the hook without bait fell into the water again.
"This pond has been here for many years, and it is filled with ordinary fish. How could it become so moist?"
"Yes." Zhuang Ming said: "Moreover, the fish inside will become more and more delicious, moist and aura-rich, and it is very likely to develop spiritual wisdom and then practice..."
"How is that possible?" The little white fox shook his head, his eyes full of doubt.
"Of course it is possible." Zhuang Ming smiled, paused, and said: "Whenever the fish in this pond grows bigger than you and becomes stronger than you, then if you eat a bite of its flesh, you will
It will be like drinking from a spiritual spring."
"I'm about to refine the golden elixir of the Great Dao and become a great demon. How can these fish be more powerful than me?" The little white fox didn't believe it, feeling dissatisfied with being looked down upon.
"Then let's wait and see." Zhuang Ming sat on the rock, holding the fishing rod in both hands, looking at the water quietly, and said: "One day a big monster is fished out, and the Jiuyin Spring of the Fox Clan will belong to the Fox Clan again.
Already."
"What does it have to do with whether the fish in the pond will grow up if we want to get Jiuyin Spring back from Ziyan Guan?" the little white fox couldn't help but ask.
"Because whether the fish in the pond can grow up or not has something to do with me." Zhuang Ming continued to look at the water and said: "And whether I can ask Zi Yan Guan to get Jiuyin Spring back also has something to do with me."
"So what is the relationship between the fish in the pond and the recovery of Jiuyin Spring?" asked the little white fox.
"You will know later." Zhuang Ming tilted his head slightly and couldn't help but smile.