Longevity starts with learning

"Um?"

During the test, Chu Mu looked slightly startled, touched his arms, and clearly felt the sudden warmth.

He reached into his arms and found a piece of jade in Chu Mu's hand.

The jade piece is as usual, but when held in the hand, it is no longer cool as before, but has a faint warmth.

There is nothing unusual about the jade pieces as usual to the naked eye, but under the shroud of spiritual consciousness, a faint flicker of light can be seen, and lines appear.

Jade pieces are the inheritance jade slips of puppetry.

A jade slip of knowledge inheritance originated from the mysterious old man in Qili Village. At this moment, it has some unknown connection with the mysterious white mist of East Lake thousands of miles away.

So, it’s not just a jade slip that stores information, but it might also be some kind of token?

Chu Mu frowned, staring at the jade piece, and then at the white mist in front of him, thinking.

Chu Mu lifted up the jade slip, attached his spiritual consciousness, and moved toward the barrier to test again.

This time, there was no obstacle, and the consciousness penetrated the white mist smoothly, but what followed was a sudden suction force.

Chu Mu had no time to react. White mist rolled in. Standing on the boat, he was wrapped in white mist and disappeared on the lake.

After the sky and the earth spun, there was a vast white mist.

With energy and blood surging all over his body, Chu Mu looked around vigilantly, but wherever he looked, there was a white mist, and he couldn't see his fingers.

Immediately, it was like a wave of waves swept through him, and Chu Mu felt that his whole body, inside and outside, was clearly visible.

"who!"

Chu Mu shouted.

The white mist was calm, with only echoes floating around, and nothing unusual could be seen.

Immediately, white mist rolled in, and Chu Mu felt the world spin again, and there was a turbulent feeling of weightlessness.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound and water splashed everywhere.

Chu Mu jumped out of the water and looked around cautiously.

The boat is not far away, and the entrenched white mist is...retreating?

Chu Mu was surprised and quickly looked around, only to realize that what he thought he was retreating was actually shrinking!

The white mist lingering on the lake is shrinking!

In just a few breaths, the white mist that was so far away that the naked eye could not see had completely disappeared.

Chu Mu was a little confused.

What had he just experienced?

The jade piece reacted and was immediately involved. It seemed to have been scanned and then thrown out. Now the white mist has disappeared again?

What about playing with him?

Chu Mu lifted the jade piece, and his spiritual consciousness shrouded it again. The abnormality was no longer there, and it seemed to have become a pure jade slip again.

Climbing into the boat, Chu Mu reluctantly rowed the boat and wandered around the lake for a while, but nothing was out of the ordinary.

There seemed to be spiritual energy flickering in the sky, and several rays of sword light could be vaguely seen passing through the clouds.

"Have... cultivators noticed the abnormality in the white mist?"

Chu Mu withdrew his gaze and carefully put the jade slip into his arms. Thinking back to the scene that just happened, the doubts in his eyes became more intense.

From what he had just seen, this mysterious white mist did not seem to be the place where immortal cultivators gathered as he imagined.

And this jade slip seems to be some kind of token, a token that can enter this mysterious white mist.

Just now, he was sucked into the white mist. He was clearly on the lake, but it was as if he were walking on flat ground. He shouted softly in it and there was an echo.

Undoubtedly, it means that the moment when the earth was spinning that day, it was not on the lake, but in a certain closed building.

And that inexplicable scanning fluctuation...

The white mist in front of my eyes suddenly disappeared...

Limited cognition makes it difficult to explain unknown phenomena.

It's a slight guess, but it's hard to base it on.

Chu Mu looked around, keeping this position firmly in mind, and was about to row away, but he suddenly looked at the sword light that had disappeared into the sky.

From Nanshan Town to here, we are thousands of miles apart!

Did that young man happen to be here?

What he got was just a jade slip, and just now, it was just a specious vision.

And as the owner of this jade slip, would the mysterious old man in Qili Village not know the reason?

If it were clear that the jade slips were all left to that young man, would the reason not be made clear?

Chu Mu couldn't help but admire his luck. Thousands of miles away, he happened to choose Jingmen. It just so happened that when the white mist appeared, he had reached the peak of his energy and blood and successfully appeared.

What's more coincidental is that one month after the god appeared, he has not left Jingmen, and he has not stayed in Baicao Pavilion and ignored the world as before.

It was due to many coincidences that he was here today and realized the mystery of this jade slip.

"Wait a little longer."

Chu Mu took a long breath. The mysterious white fog had disappeared, but who knew whether it would reappear after a while.

As the sun sets and the sun rises, the boat stays on the lake.

When you are thirsty, drink the water from the lake. When you are hungry, go into the water to catch fish. The boat is a fisherman's boat, and there is no shortage of cooking tools.

Until the eighth day, the lake remained calm, and the white mist was like an illusion that never appeared again.

On the other hand, in the sky, rays of light could occasionally be seen flickering, as if some immortal cultivators had heard the news and came to check the situation.

This place is close to Guling Island. There are many fishermen and many fishing boats on the lake. Chu Mu is not conspicuous among them.

"It's time to go back."

Chu Mu felt a little melancholy. He had been exposed to wind and sun for several days, but in the end there was still no result.

There are not a few immortal cultivators appearing in the sky, but most of them just disappear in a flash.

He can only sigh in admiration if he rows in the water with an oar and walks on land with his feet.

He even saw some immortal cultivators rushing directly into the water, seemingly checking the situation.

In a few days, he could see no less than 20 or 30 immortal cultivators.

"Three directions..."

Chu Mu looked at the sky, thinking.

In a few days, most of the immortal cultivators he saw came from the southwest, due north, and due east, and most of them left from these three directions.

Of course, this is what he can see, and there may be more that he can't see.

After all, from the few words in the inheritance of puppetry, it can be seen that many of the methods of immortal cultivators are probably beyond his imagination.

But this can undoubtedly explain many problems. There must be places where immortal cultivators gather in these three directions.

Chu Mu looked down at the wooden board of the hull, on which lines of mathematical formulas written in charcoal were arranged.

He speculated on the approximate flying speed of the immortal cultivators, and he asked the fishermen about the time when the mysterious white fog appeared, plus the approximate time when some fishermen saw the so-called immortals appear for the first time.

A series of known data integration, after conversion, is a rough result.

Southwest, due north, due east.

Chu Mu spread out the map in his hand. The map roughly described dozens of counties around. With Jingmen as the center on the map, Chu Mu had roughly drawn a circle on the map based on his calculation results.

The calculated result was very accurate and there would be no mistakes, but the data used for calculation was very vague.

First, he was not sure about the specific flying speed of the immortal cultivators. He only roughly estimated it, and the level of the immortal cultivators also meant that the flying speed would inevitably be different.

Second, with the magic of puppetry, the immortal cultivators are likely to have tools for long-distance communication, which means that the calculated distance data is likely to be halved.

Furthermore, the oral description of the fishermen is not necessarily accurate due to rumors.

At least, there are seven or eight different versions of the description he asked the fishermen.

A rough and very likely inaccurate data.

But no matter what, it is also a crucial guide for him who has almost no way out now.

The approximate distance data in three directions is much better than him trying his luck aimlessly!

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