Yushui Night Walk

Hearing the roar, he knew that another red chinchilla was attacking.

Xuan Ming turned around and swung his sword in the air, the surging sword energy forced the Chi Chi back into the river, he was about to go forward to pursue him, but suddenly stopped in his tracks.

I saw that red chinch roared several times toward the lower reaches of the river, and there seemed to be a voice echoing it in the mist.

Ling Yun's expression darkened, and he subconsciously clenched the wooden bead in his hand.After listening to the sound, there are at least four or five of these things coming over as soon as they can be distinguished. It is estimated that it will be very troublesome to deal with.

I don't know what that person plans to do?

Xuan Ming obviously thought so too, and withdrew the water rope smoothly.This time, it was obviously in a hurry, the force of the retreating water directly pulled Ling Yun to the direction of the river, and before Ling Yun could stabilize his body, he was pulled by Xuan Ming's wrist again and ran towards the mountainside.

Ling Yun struggled to shake off his hand, but it didn't cause any impact, and was still tightly held by the other party.

"If you make more money, I'll throw you down to feed the fish." Xuan Ming threw a sentence without looking back, but it seemed quite easy.

"What are you doing?" Ling Yun shouted.

"Go up the mountain. They come from the East China Sea, so it's not easy to go to the water source." Xuanming replied casually.

"You understand it well? Then why do we run?"

"I won't be able to take care of you after a fight." Xuan Ming sighed softly. "Or is it that you still have some escape skills that you haven't used in time?"

Ling Yun didn't know what to say for a moment, so he simply stopped talking.

The two jumped up and down along the muddy mountain road washed by the rain for a while, and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden pavilion. Xuanming finally let go of his hands and walked into the wooden pavilion.

Ling Yun rubbed his wrists, took advantage of the moment's gap to adjust his breath, and looked up at the wooden pavilion at the same time.It is said to be a pavilion, but it is just a thatched shed on the top of a wooden monument, and two people can barely stand side by side under the shed.Now the thatched shed is dripping with rain, and the pavilions are mottled with mold and green spots.I thought it might be some earth god worshiped by the locals before, but no one repaired it after a long time.Xuan Ming stared at the stele with interest, although the words on the stele were somewhat blurred.

The raindrops hit the thatched shed with a dull noise, and the smell of damp earth was filled with grass powder, and the eyes were full of misty mountain fog and woven rain curtains.

Ling Yun took a deep breath and was about to turn around when a voice came from the pavilion.

"Aren't you coming in?" Xuanming seemed to have finished his research on the wooden tablet, "Do you know what this is?"

"Dragon King Temple." Ling Yun disagreed.

Xuanming raised his eyebrows, this was beyond his expectation. "Do you know Dragon King Temple?"

"What do you not know about this?" Ling Yun brushed his drenched bangs casually, "You mean to say that the Dragon King Temple collapsed, and the nearby monsters and spirits are left unattended, so those river monsters can do evil at will? In this case, the river I'm afraid the road is not easy to walk..."

"That's right." Xuan Ming nodded, "I mean, isn't it uncomfortable to stand in the rain? Your breath is messy."

Ling Yun was taken aback for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and got into the thatched shed anyway.

The straw shed is indeed not wide, and a slight movement will hit Xuanming's arm.

Rainwater is not pure "water".It is rumored that gold produces water, and the rain comes from the golden magic weapon bestowed by Yunxian to the dragon clan, so the rain contains fragmented "gold" elements.For Ling Yun, who practiced Water Control Technique, not only was it difficult to control, but it would indeed interfere with the movement of aura in the meridians.

Yushui Yushui, "gold" is of course out of control.

Although the thatched shed was dilapidated, it could still shelter some night rain.Ling Yun slowly closed his eyes, sighed softly, and began to sort out the messy aura in his body.After a while, he opened his eyes again.

"Look at what?"

"Observe and learn." Seeing that his peeping behavior was discovered, Xuanming simply became more generous. "Can you control the water—control the water to become what you want?"

"Don't you know how?" Ling Yun just said, and suddenly found something wrong, "You... don't even know about silver thread? Did you learn it when you saw it?"

"Silver thread?" Xuanming repeated, a finger-thick stream of water gradually condensed in his hand, the stream swayed for a while, and suddenly dispersed into a puddle of water, flowing down the gap between the fingers.

Xuanming shook his head and said, "As expected of a family of immortals. I can't make it so fine."

Ling Yun blinked at the side, thinking what kind of fairy tales this is.The word "silver thread" sounds nice, but it is actually controlling the arrangement of water droplets into a line. It is the most basic technique, the first lesson for monks.The same is true for the entry-level cultivation of other arts. The manipulation elements are arranged in lines.

It's just that this person... the situation seems to be different from that of ordinary monks.When other monks first started to practice water control, they first studied the principles of the technique, and then struggled for a long time without being able to catch a drop of water.This person was swaying the wind and rain with a snap of his fingers, gathering a large amount of water, and then he didn't know how to control it at all.

Could it be that this person is the same as a certain elder in the family, the kind of person who is born able to control water without having to practice skills?

"What a waste." This was Ling Yun's last thought.

"What do you mean?"

Seeing that this person still didn't understand the crux of the problem, Ling Yun sighed, stretched out his finger, and wrapped a thin thread around his finger.

Quan should be preaching for the patriarch.

Xuan Ming frowned, and imitated Ling Yun and stretched out his fingers, the water flowing around his fingers was obviously much thinner than before.Although it still looks messy and unstable, and there is a gap between Ling Yun's fake and real silk threads, but it can barely break away from the stage of "rope", which is called "thread".

"You are also a river demon." Ling Yun took the silk thread, but his expression seemed to be pulling out a knife, "Where did so much water come from?"

"So that's how it is." Xuan Ming nodded suddenly, "The amount of water you can control is very limited, so the operation is very delicate."

Ling Yun withdrew his gaze and looked at the sky.I don't think the rain will stop for a while.

"You want to go back to Cloud Gate, right?" Xuan Ming also put away the water rope and asked, "How do you plan to get there?"

"I didn't have the reason to bring outsiders back to Yunmen, but since you have the young master's token..." Ling Yun paused, thinking of all the previous things, the uneasiness in his heart intensified a bit, "Young master probably needs you. And come with me."

"Where it is useful, I will help. I still understand your young master's personality." Xuan Ming replied, "Even if you don't want to take me there, I will just follow you."

After saying this, Ling Yun was furious again, and he wanted to use some secret skills to get rid of him right now.But I also thought that this person has learned "Yinsi" in a good way after watching it a few times. Next, I really need to be more careful. Common methods like Yinsi are nothing more than ordinary methods, and people can't learn all their unique skills.Even if the young master talks about repayment with him, he can't advance it from himself.

"Wait... after the time of ugliness." Ling Yun thought for a while, then waved his hand and drew a few times, the water in his hand formed several winding lines in the air. "Walk along the eastern foot of the West Mountain, and enter Yunshan from the Sunset Valley."

These place names have no concept for Xuan Ming, but he probably understands the idea, "Listen to you."

Seeing that Xuanming had no objection, Ling Yun continued to adjust his breath with peace of mind.

After a long toss in the first half of the night, the ugly time came soon.Ling Yun opened his eyes on time, and seeing Xuan Ming staring at him openly from the side this time, he intentionally splashed water on the man's face.

In order to prevent the spirit energy that had just calmed down from being disturbed again by continuing to talk to this person, Ling Yun walked out of the thatched shed without saying a word.

At sunrise, the rain that had been raining all night slowly stopped.The twilight shines through the clouds, and the entire Xishan Mountain is dimly lit up in the mist.The mountain road after the rain is really difficult to walk, Ling Yun trampled on the trees, earth and stones all the way, while Xuan Ming followed behind him unhurriedly.Looking at the man in front of him with bunts all over his body, his movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, the fish in the pond do not move and the birds do not frighten, it really seems to be passing by on clouds.

They walked together for several days, occasionally Xuanming tried to talk to Ling Yun when he was resting, but Ling Yun ignored him at all, lowering his head, not knowing what to think.After a long time, Xuanming also understands this person's habit - to concentrate on everything, so the movements are fast and the consumption is fast, and the recovery is relatively fast.But now that people are in a hurry and the situation is complicated, even if I want to inquire about something, I have to proceed step by step.

Until the surrounding vegetation is getting richer, there are small streams everywhere, and the smoke rising from the kitchen can be seen far below the mountain, Xuanming thinks it's time.

"Xiaoyun?" Xuanming tried to call out, "The water source here is a bit strange, there is a lot of red soil at the bottom of the water."

"I saw it." Ling Yun turned his head, his eyes were so fierce that he wanted to strangle this man to death on the spot, but he still got down to business first. Lots of laterite deposits. Unless..."

Xuanming listened, and his attitude gradually became serious, "Where is the mouth of this river?"

Ling Yun was taken aback for a moment, and his body tensed suddenly, "Donghai."

Before the words fell, deafening screams and the sound of breaking water exploded around, and dozens of river animals jumped up from the nearby messy streams. Although each one was only as long as a forearm, all of them were fish-body-man-mask without exception.

Chi Chi group?

Xuan Ming couldn't help but look terrified, and wanted to draw his sword to block it, but saw several red chinchillas skipping past him in a hurry, only attacking Ling Yun behind him.

Ling Yun couldn't deal with it for a while, and wanted to retreat, but found that he was surrounded by streams.Unknowingly, I was trapped in a net constructed by a stream of water!

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