The weather in the East China Sea today is not good. There is a sea breeze blowing, the sea surface is surging, and occasionally waves will be rolled up.

Even a large three-masted ship must be careful when sailing.

But under the clouds and the waves of the sea, a small boat broke through the waves and rushed forward at a rapid speed, pulling out a white line from the tide behind.

Logically speaking, this boat should not have appeared in this vast sea.

It can only be allowed to ride one person, and it is difficult to sit down. It is only two feet tall, just like a toy for children.

Such a ship is not the sea surface.

Even in a small river, it is possible to be swallowed by the river.

But it magically ignored the surging tides around it.

Of course it is not the magic of this small boat, but the person standing on the boat.

Dongling Jun.

He wore the exaggerated and mysterious Taoist robe, carried an ancient sword on his back, holding a whisk in his hand. When the boat slowed down, he gently waved the whisk in his hand back, as if slapped on an invisible thing.

Every time the whisk swings, a huge force is applied to the boat, pushing it to ride the wind and waves.

The surrounding sea water was also steadily suppressed by Dongling Jun's Lingxu true energy. No waves penetrated into the boat, and there would be no water stains that stain Dongling Jun's robe.

Between the sea breeze, Dongling's sleeves and long black hair flew.

As others think, this stunning scenery feels like it is floating in the air.

But Dong Lingjun himself didn't think there was any problem.

He lived and practiced in the Penglai Immortal Land for thirty or forty years, and never entered the world except for the years he had walked down the Lingxu Sword in his hand.

The last time I came out of the mountain was more than 20 years ago.

At that time, Zhang Moye had not yet obtained the immortal fate.

He didn't know anything about the changes in the outside world and didn't care about it.

But those who practice immortals have extremely stable minds and will naturally not be invaded by external objects.

He stood on the speeding boat with expressionless expression, closed his eyes and held the whisk in his hand, and the true energy of Lingxu in his body was circulating in a vague and light manner.

But although the true energy is vague, the total amount is extremely terrifying.

Let the true qi in Donglingjun's body circulate through the meridians, and it is like a glorious sea.

When Shen Qiu used Lin Wandong's true energy, he felt that the true energy in the earth-list master was as strong and long as the ocean, but Lin Wandong's true energy and the true energy of Donglingjun.

But it's completely two levels.

Lin Wandong ranked fourth in the earth list, and her true energy was like the vast ocean.

However, Dongling Jun is not included in the list of martial arts, but his true energy is the real fury of the sea.

He has never fought with the characters in the martial arts world, so he naturally does not know the strength of this immortal cultivator.

But he was able to teach a disciple like the sword king Liu Zhuoran, and he was once the master of the sword.

His swordsmanship must be no ordinary thing.

In other words, if nothing unexpected happens, Dong Lingjun's strength should be firmly on the list of heaven. I just don't know which one is higher and which one is lower than the deceased senior brother Zhezhishan.

This small boat was flying very fast, and in the afternoon of that day, it was a hundred miles away from Penglai Mountain.

And on the sea in front of me, there was a three-masted ship waiting.

The ship was wearing strange flags, and several people were exploring around the deck with the sea breeze.

Soon, Donglingjun's boat appeared in the distant sea. A man shouted on the deck, and the ship set sail and sailed towards Donglingjun.

The latter also noticed the ship that was coming to him.

After seeing the green flag, Donglingjun nodded. When he was still a hundred feet away from the ship, he got up and flew away, lit his toes on the sea water.

With less than three rises and falls, they crossed a hundred feet away and landed on the deck as if they were floating.

The white shoes under my feet were not stained with water.

This fell to the eyes of the people on the deck, which was a real immortal method. They fell to the ground one by one and welcomed the immortals.

But these people speak Japanese.

This made Dong Lingjun's face look displeased.

He is not a "Great Central Plains".

It’s just that there is an instinctive distrust of people outside the domain.

But thinking about it, these people are probably what the leader Daojun called "the people who are pursuing the Tao", and are probably the vassals of Penglai Mountain in the secular world.

So he stopped saying anything and shook the whisk.

After passing the kneeling Japanese, they entered the cabin as if they had not seen it at all.

The ship turned around and galloped towards the port of the Three Koreans.

Five days later, Dongling Jun arrived on the barren mountain where Zhejishan lived in seclusion. Xiao Tie and Shen Qiu burned the barren mountain cleanly.

Only one ruined wall is left, which is quite miserable.

A team of fully armed Japanese cavalry were waiting at the foot of the mountain. They all came from the Three Koreans. It seemed that the leader of the Japanese bandit was also a trusted person in Penglai Mountain.

No one dares to disturb the immortals and remember their old friends.

On the top of the mountain, there was only Donglingjun. He looked at the ruins all over the ground and felt a sense of desolation in his heart.

"Senior Brother Dianshan, although I don't know the truth back then, in my heart, you are definitely not a traitor."

Dong Lingjun stood on the cliff behind the house. He looked at the unfilled earth and rocks in front of him, and the rough coffin burned by flames, leaving only a little residual.

He closed his eyes and said softly:

"When I was young, my senior brother took good care of me and I remembered it in my heart.

My senior brother has passed away, so I can't talk to you about Fengyue again, but my senior brother don't worry, I will bring your disciple back to Penglai.

Just like my disciples, I will teach him well.

If you know about it, don’t worry.”

After paying tribute to the old friend, Dong Lingjun took out the white jade porcelain bottle. The coffin of the senior brother in front of him had been lifted out, and the mountain was burned again.

The body of the senior brother is probably incredible.

Then he could only find the Juque Spirit Sword and his senior brother's disciples as soon as possible and take them back to Penglai.

He pulled out the bottle plug and saw a strange insect that looked like snow and like a summer cicada, flying out of the bottle. This strange thing should be a Gu worm modulated by some secret method.

There are two males and females, and the males are flying. The females are left in the bottle and can indicate the forward position according to the direction of the males flying.

Just like a living compass.

The little male insect flew around Dongling Jun and went straight down the cliff.

Dongling Jun was not afraid, and followed the insect and jumped off the cliff. After leveraging the force on the mountain wall several times, he found the stone cave hidden on the mountain wall.

When Xiao Tie left, he pushed the boulder back to its original position.

When Dongling Jun saw a huge rock blocking the road, he shook his head, moved his fingers lightly, and the ancient sword behind him screamed, flew out of the scabbard and fell into his hand.

When Dong Lingjun's wrist moved slightly, a sword light without scar appeared in front of him, with a speed that was too fast, even leaving behind interlaced afterimages.

"Swish"

The long sword is sheathed.

The huge rocks in front of him were covered with cracks. They were gently pushed by Dong Lingjun and then scattered. The white insect flew inward, and Dong Lingjun followed in.

Soon, he saw the remaining sword frame in the hole, but there was nothing on it.

The Guworm stopped on the sword stand and made a strange hiss.

Dong Lingjun walked forward, stretched out his hand, touched the sword frame, and he said:

"Juque was once placed here? Where has it gone now?"

The insect was quite spiritual, and hissed and flew out of the cave again.

After the incense stick, the Japanese cavalry at the foot of the mountain rushed towards Changbai Mountain. Under the guard of this cavalry, Dongling Jun rode on a horse. He watched the tentacles of the female insect in the bottle point forward.

As long as you follow it, you can accurately find Juque and his senior brother's disciples.

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Chen Qiu naturally didn't know that Penglai Mountain actually had such a secret method to track thousands of miles.

I don’t even know that the Juque Sword, which was placed on the horse’s back, would become a mark that exposes their whereabouts.

At this time, it had been almost half a month since the incident of the barren mountain. As they were rushing day and night, they had already crossed nearly 500 miles northward and reached the southernmost end of the foothills of Changbai Mountain.

It's colder here than at the beach.

But this is the place where the Northern Dynasties started, and it is a little more prosperous than the coast. Of course, it is too far behind the prosperous places like Suzhou.
To be continued...