Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Outside Linshui City, deep in the Canglan River.

Zhao Mu, in a state of nothingness, lay quietly in the gel-like river water.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, a green lotus was spinning quietly in the void.

Suddenly, another petal fell, turning into infinite vitality and pouring out of the sea of ​​consciousness, flowing through every inch of flesh and blood in the body.

The years are reversed and time is looked back.

The gray-haired Zhao Mu began to grow in reverse.

I saw that the wrinkles on his face were slowly smoothed away, and his skin became young and elastic.

The slightly curved back slowly became straight, the chest straightened out, and the muscles became full of strong strength.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Mu transformed from an old man into a handsome young man again.

"This is my fourth life, time flies so fast."

Zhao Mu slowly opened his eyes.

A sword light split the stagnant river water, and he jumped onto the river surface.

At this time, there were many people on the river. They seemed to be tourists from all over the world, and they were watching the boats that were anchored on the river.

Zhao Mu is still in a state of nothingness at this moment, so no one can see him.

"It's been another ten years. I don't know where the black dragon has advanced to now. It seems that I should rush to the source of the Canglan River."

He shook his head and walked towards the river step by step.

As he walked past an unnoticed shadow, his figure suddenly appeared, and he walked towards Linshui City as if nothing had happened.

From beginning to end, no one noticed his appearance.

At Liu Ji Tavern, the waiter warmly greeted the guests.

The new shopkeeper, Liu Quan, stood behind the counter and paid the bills for the customers who were about to leave.

Suddenly, a young figure walked up to the counter: "Shopkeeper, give me three bottles of wine. I want to take it away."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

Liu Quan glanced at Zhao Mu and did not recognize this old customer.

He told the waiter to get some drinks.

Zhao Mu suddenly smelled a smell of medicine, and it seemed that he had brewed it according to the recipe he had given to shopkeeper Liu.

The smell of medicine came from Liu Quan, and at the same time, he also smelled the faint fragrance of powder from Liu Quan's body.

The aroma obviously did not come from one woman, but was left behind by many women he had come into contact with.

Zhao Mu smiled slightly: "Shopkeeper, are you feeling unwell? You smell so strong of medicine."

"Have it?"

Liu Quan was stunned, and quickly smelled his body, and said with a smile: "Haha, it's nothing. I just did heavy work last night and accidentally broke my waist, so I drank some medicine."

"Then your medicine is effective enough. I recovered in just one night as if everything was fine."

"That's right, this medicine was left by an expert hermit to my father. It can not only nourish the body, but also prolong life. Night battles... uh, um, sir, this is your wine, please take it."

Liu Quan said so excitedly that he almost said something stupid.

By chance, the waiter came over with three bottles of wine, so he quickly covered up his embarrassment.

"hehe!"

Zhao Mu took the jug: "Shopkeeper, I came to Linshui City ten years ago and I heard that the best brothel in our city is Baihuafang. Is it still the same now?"

"Of course it is. Sir, do you want to take a look?"

"No need, shopkeeper, young people must exercise restraint. The medicine is not a panacea. You have to fight every day and night. No matter how much medicine you take, it will be useless."

Zhao Mu chuckled, turned around and left the tavern.

The waiter came up and said, "Shopkeeper, did you go to Baihua Pavilion again yesterday?"

"Go, go, what are you talking about? When has this shopkeeper ever been to a place like that?" Liu Quan looked embarrassed.

"You smell the powder on your body, it's almost killing me."

"I have to remind you that my wife is coming back from her parents' home tonight. You must not let her smell her, otherwise she will have to chase you all over the street with a kitchen knife."

"Oh my dear, why did you forget this? You just keep watching from the front. I have to take a shower and change clothes quickly. That tigress is really good at killing people!"

Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, Liu Quan jumped and ran to the backyard.

The waiter looked calm. He was used to this scene.

After Zhao Mu left Linshui City, he once again ran the upper part of the "Heart Sutra of Dreams", the "Heart Sutra of Floating Life Like a Dream", and turned himself into nothingness.

Now that his cultivation level has been greatly improved, after his body has transformed into nothingness, he no longer needs to be restricted to the same place. Instead, he can move around while exercising his skills, but the speed of walking is very slow.

But that's good.

He wasn't in a hurry anyway, it was like walking in seclusion and practicing at the same time.

Moreover, being transformed into nothingness at all times can also prevent turtle spirits and black dragons from noticing their existence, killing two birds with one stone.

Zhao Mu walked along the Canglan River to its source in the west.

In ten years, he walked or stopped and saw all kinds of things in the world.

As Shopkeeper Liu once said, the sudden changes in the Canglan River did have a huge impact on the people along the coast.

But now that the emperor is wise and the officials are honest, it cannot be said that there are no corrupt officials, but at least most officials still dare not care about the lives of the people.

Therefore, with the help of the imperial court, most of the people along the Canglan River have found new livelihoods and returned to normal lives.

In fact, there are still a large number of people who rely on the Canglan River for their meals.

It is true that the stagnant Canglan River can no longer be used for fishing and transportation, but those ships anchored on the river have become a wonderful scenery of the Jin Dynasty.

Every day, a large number of tourists from all over the country come to Canglan River to watch, which has led to many profitable businesses.

Some people opened inns;

Some sold souvenirs;

Some people even specialized in doing business similar to the tour groups in later generations.

Zhao Mu remembered that when Zhou Yu Niang was a child, he also talked about some modern things when he told her stories.

It seems that Zhou Yu Niang has not forgotten, and even inspired her to guide the people to put those things into practice.

But on the other hand, we can also see the tenacity of the people.

Mortals do not have the means to fly and hide, and their individual strength is far inferior to that of immortals.

But in the face of great changes, they can always find ways to live tenaciously, and pass on from generation to generation.

Ten years later.

Zhao Mu finally approached the Canglan Mountains.

Looking up, you can see a huge mountain range, half of which is covered by clouds and mist.

And in the clouds, a small river that seemed to flow down from the sky meandered to Zhao Mu's feet, and then flowed all the way to the east, gradually forming the magnificent Canglan River.

When he got here, Zhao Mu could already clearly feel that there was a terrible sense of oppression between heaven and earth.

He knew that the black dragon should be nearby, and was moving slowly and continuously.

And that terrible sense of oppression should be caused by the black dragon pulling the national destiny and the struggle between the two sides.

This sense of oppression was so huge that it even affected Zhao Mu's perception, making him unable to sense the specific location of the black dragon.

Suddenly, a burst of rapid horse hoof sounds came from the left front.

Zhao Mu looked up and saw that it was a team of more than a hundred cavalrymen, guarding a luxurious carriage, approaching the Canglan River.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and three maids came down from the carriage.

The maid walking in the middle, holding a small turtle the size of a fist in her slender hands, was a turtle spirit.

The maid on the left held an umbrella to shade Gui Ling.

The maid on the right held a plate of grapes and occasionally picked one to feed Gui Ling.

Zhao Mu was so amused that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This bastard really knows how to enjoy himself."