Looking towards Xiaoyu, I looked at the surging river in front of me and flowed into the steep canyon.

The peaks are very high and they are high into the clouds.

The flowing water is very deep, enough to allow the hidden dragon to enter the abyss.

In just a moment, she and Shen Lian crossed a very far distance. When she arrived near the Xuantian Sect, she had never been to the Xuantian Sect and recognized the nearby geography. When she crossed the front, she was called Tianmenxia, ​​which was the territory of the Xuantian Sect.

A lonely sail sailed out of Tianmenxia.

In the storm of the water, this lonely sail appears so stable.

When the ship was docked in front of Shen Lian and Chao Xiaoyu, he found that the ship had no bottom and could see the surging river water below. The one who was carrying the boat was an old boatman as thin as a skinny one.

He held the hoarse voice that was sharpened by the river wind and said, "Come on, young man."

Chen Lian grabbed Chao Xiaoyu's hand and the faint power of the five elements passed into her body, causing her injuries to deteriorate rapidly because she left the divine realm.

The two looked at each other and smiled and got on the boat.

When it landed on the boat, the soles of the feet were very solid. The boat was not empty, but was made of an invisible air hood.

The old boatman is already very old. When people see him, they feel that his life may end anytime and anywhere.

Chao Xiaoyu said softly to the boatman: "How old is the old man?"

The old boatman cracked his mouth and smiled, "I can't remember it after living too long."

His appearance is indeed very old, but none of the teeth in his mouth fell out, neatly, with eighteen on top and bottom. Compared with his shriveled skin, his teeth are like round jade.

He said to Xiaoyu Yanran: "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."

I rarely come back, which can be understood as not wanting to come back, and it can be understood as not being able to come back.

If you can't come back, it's probably because you're dead.

"But since five hundred years ago, the two of you have only carried ten people on this ship. Don't worry, all the eight people in front have returned." The old boatman said in a low voice.

Chen Lian seemed to have thought of something and asked: "Did all the eight people before have met Xiangshan Zhenren?"

The old boatman showed a mysterious smile and said, "It is because they have not seen the real person of Xiangshan that they can return well, and the identities of the eight of them will never be worse than those of you."

Chen Lian said calmly: "It seems you already know who we are."

The oars in the old boatman's hand were scattering in the water, but there was no splash of water. The boat was like a sharp arrow, and it was accurately and quickly in one direction without deviating. He sighed: "It is because I know your identities that I will pick you up on the boat, because not everyone can get on this boat."

Chen Lian stared at the old boatman and sighed, "I heard that Xiangshan Zhenren had visited the Senluo Hall of the Huangquan Demon Sect once, intending to take away a scripture and fight with the Infernal Taoist, the master of the Hell. Can the old man know about this?"

The old boatman said, "So what if you know, so what if you don't know?"

Chen Lian said: "I know that Xiangshan Zhenren did not take the scriptures as he wished, but he took away a person, who was the junior brother of the Taoist Youjian, the ferryman in the Netherworld."

The old boatman was finally moved and said, "You can know that this is indeed not easy, but you are still saying it wrong."

Chen Lian immediately confirmed his guess that the old man was indeed the Netherworld Ferryman. No wonder he had a smell similar to the Netherworld Water. When the leader of the Huangquan Demon Sect was still there, he looked at the Netherworld Ferryman with a different look and passed on his little fur from the Netherworld Ferryman Sutra. The Netherworld Ferryman Sutra is the supreme skill of the Huangquan Demon Sect, and only the sect leader can practice it.

Since the disappearance of the Huangquan Demon Sect, he has become a well-deserved successor to the sect leader, but after all, the Huangquan Demon Sect has no lasting order, and he has only learned the essence of the Netherworld Ferry Sutra. Therefore, he was united by other Demon Sect members, including the three major masters, to imprison him in order not to make him the sect leader.

At the same time, he was handed over to his senior brother, Youjian Taoist, to guard the Senluo Palace.

Chen Lian said: "What did you say wrong?"

The old boatman sighed, "I was not taken away, but was let go by my senior brother."

Chen Lian couldn't help but be silent. There must be a tortuous story here, and he had no intention of spying on this kind of private relationship.

The old boatman said: "You have been the first person to know my origin in so many years. Lu Xiangshan said that when someone tells me about my origin, I shouldn't stay here. After sending you to the shore, I should leave."

Chen 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 say it either."

I soon arrived at the shore and Chen Lian led the way to the shore towards the light rain.

The old boatman disappeared into Tianmen Gorge with a lonely sail, and perhaps he would never be able to see him in the future.

Chao Xiaoyu said curiously: "What do you want to ask him?"

Chen Lian said: "A secret matter involving Qingxuan."

Chao Xiaoyu stopped asking, she was a very sensible person.

She said, "Look at a cottage in front of you."

The two walked over and got closer and found that the hut was definitely not just a strange power here, which had an impact on their judgment.

The cottage is independent of this quiet land, leaning against the mountain, with a gentle breeze coming and the grass and trees swaying, like a place where immortals live, without being stained with the mortal world.

This is a Taoist temple, and the name of the Tao is known to know the end.

Obviously, it means that you can be content and never be humiliated, and you can be long-lasting.

When you get closer, you realize that cessation and contemplation are like another world, flowing with a mysterious aura of meaning. With one breath and one breath, you can experience the natural way of heaven and earth. No matter how ignorant a person is, he will have some Taoist energy after staying here for a long time.

The gate opened silently, and someone inside said slowly: "Please come in, two fellow Taoists."

The sound is mellow, but it is like the mysterious sound of heaven and earth. There are hidden notes in the void, like snowflakes falling, dissolved in the Taoist qi.

Chen Lian smiled and was a little confused at Xiaoyu. The two of them entered the Taoist temple.

When he got inside, Chao Xiaoyu couldn't help but admire that this was a wonderful method of taking mustard seeds into Sumeru. When he got close, he realized that the Taoist temple was very big, but when he walked in, he found that it was empty and mysterious, comparable to a human city.

When we reached the depths, we found dozens of people gathered together. These people had high and low cultivation levels, but at least they had been regaining the elixir for more than seven revolutions.

There were four of them, with aura like a sea of ​​abyss, and she couldn't see through them.

Among the four, one of the scholars in his early thirties said to her and Shen Lian: "I, Mr. Wang, take the liberty to invite two fellow Taoists to come, don't be surprised."

Listening to his voice, you know that the one who invited them in just now.

It turned out that this person was Lu Jiuyuan's eldest disciple Wang Shidao. It was indeed unfathomable. Just looking at his disciples so unfathomable, it was enough to guess how great Lu Jiuyuan was.

To be continued.
Chapter completed!