Eternal Tranquility

This place is called Sishui District, and this city is called Qianquan City. The city is densely covered with countless springs, large and small. The sweet spring water flows out day and night, and then flows along the waterway to the river at the foot of the mountain, gathering in a mighty way. into the distant sea.

It has been a month since Liu Qinghuan arrived in this city. Recently, he has been accustomed to walking around outside the city early in the morning and then returning to the small courtyard he rented to practice. It was the same day. When the sky first came out, he followed a few low-level monks. Arrive at the city gate.

The city gate had just opened at this time, and two city guards stood beside the gate sleepily, completely ignoring the people leaving the city, and stood there with their arms folded, chatting.

"What do you mean by the order above? What does it mean to meddle in other people's business? As city guards, aren't we the ones who mind other people's business?"

"Please keep your voice down... I don't know. It seems that there are a few new faces coming to the city recently, and their identities may be a little unusual, so we can't control them even if we want to."

As the man spoke, his eyes glanced over and looked at Liu Qinghuan vaguely.

Qianquan City is located in a corner, and there are no big sects or aristocratic families nearby, so there are not many monks coming and going, most of them are familiar faces, and strangers may seem a bit unfamiliar.

Liu Qinghuan, however, pretended not to notice the man's gaze, and calmly left the city, walking slowly towards the seaside.

The morning light is faint, the crystal dewdrops on the leaves are blooming with bright light, the earth is flowing endlessly, and the rich and fresh water spirit fills the mind.

Mountains like giant dragons extend all the way to the seaside. The mountains are steep and the isolated cliffs have stood firm against the waves for hundreds of millions of years.

Liu Qinghuan was walking on the rugged mountain path, his ears filled with the sound of roaring waves. When he turned around a rock, he suddenly saw a person walking in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart!

I saw that the man was thin and had a stern face, but his aura was almost non-existent. It was not until the two of them were face to face that Liu Qinghuan noticed each other.

He stopped, thought for a while, and retreated to the side of the rock. He smiled and said, "The mountain road is narrow, please go ahead, senior."

The man glanced over and walked over expressionlessly.

It wasn't until the other party's figure disappeared at the end of the road that Liu Qinghuan breathed out lightly, his expression gloomy.

There is no doubt that the man just now was a Mahayana monk. Although he hid his cultivation, the invisible feeling of oppression could not be hidden.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but sigh to himself: This small Qianquan City is already full of undercurrents, and the situation will only become more and more tense as time goes by.

Nowadays, I don’t know how many Mahayana monks have lurked here. It is no longer appropriate to come out and wander around, lest unnecessary troubles arise.

In the next few days, Liu Qinghuan stayed in the small rented courtyard without leaving home. Besides practicing, he also made some preparations for entering the Immortal Cang.

On this day, I suddenly heard the sound of rumbling water outside, like thunder in the sky, and it was extremely powerful.

On the sea in the distance, a white line appeared on the horizon, but it was a wall of water hundreds of feet high, rushing in menacingly.

All the rivers and streams swelled crazily at the same time, and the water volume became extremely large at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon it overflowed the banks, overflowed the fields, and rushed to all directions.

In Qianquan City, all the springs spewed out large streams of spring water after a few gurgling sounds. For a while, the city was filled with water columns spraying into the air. The scene was said to be spectacular.

Countless people rushed onto the streets, some with faces full of joy, laughing and shouting "The spring tide is coming" while excitedly rushing towards the water columns containing abundant spiritual energy. Some were frightened and frightened, and rushed to higher places.

However, several figures suddenly flew out from various places in the city, stayed in the air for a moment, and then flew towards the cliff by the sea in unison.

After those people disappeared, Liu Qinghuan walked out of the door, looked up at the sky, and saw several more people sneaking out of the city, and then followed them.

At this time, there was a swamp outside, and the water had reached the foot of the hill where Qianquan City was located. It showed no signs of stopping and was still rising crazily.

When they arrived at the beach, many monks had gathered at the cliff, and they all stared in horror at the black whirlpool that had appeared at an unknown time under the cliff.

The vortex rotates extremely fast, but silently, like a bottomless pit. Countless seawater is sucked into it, so that the surrounding sea surface does not rise but falls. From time to time, it will emit a stream of air, and the indescribable terrifying power spreads silently, making People are discouraged.

Liu Qinghuan's heart tightened when he saw it: Is this the entrance to Xianzang?

The monks gathered here were not all here for Immortal Cang. There were also people who happened to be passing by here, or people from Qianquan City, with varying levels of cultivation. They all whispered to the people around them what was going on.

"Could there be some strange treasure born? Haha, let me catch it!"

"It doesn't look like it to me. It's not a bad omen. It's so scary."

Speculations are endless. Those who don’t know the truth keep guessing, while those who know the truth are keeping silent.

Liu Qinghuan looked into the air. There were several Mahayana monks staying there. The thin male cultivator he met that day was also among them. They each occupied one side and seemed to be restraining each other. They were also observing the whirlpool under the cliff.

Liu Qinghuan calmly scanned the surroundings again. A few people away, he saw Old Ghost Qu standing under a leafy tree like a ghost. Perhaps aware of his gaze, he turned his head and gave him a strange look. smile.

Ever since he arrived in Qianquan City, this old ghost has been missing on the pretext of something happening. He has been hiding in no corner these days, and he didn't show up until now.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes fell on a handsome male cultivator not far away from him. Judging from his tall and straight standing posture, his demeanor that was different from that of a Taoist cultivator, and the sword box on his back, he could tell that He must be a sword cultivator, and his eyes can't help but move slightly.

At this time, only a clear bell-like laughter was heard coming from above the head.

Liu Qinghuan looked up, but it was the only woman among the Mahayana monks who suddenly spoke. She smiled and said, "What are you waiting for? That wall of water is coming soon. No wonder I didn’t warn you, as soon as the entrance is pressed by the water wall, it will disappear without a trace. If you don’t hurry up, you won’t be able to get in. "

On the other side, a middle-aged man with a plain appearance who might not be found if thrown into the crowd raised his chin and said: "Since you are afraid that the entrance will disappear, you should go first, and no one will stop you."

The female cultivator's face did not change, she still smiled and said: "Oh, you are not men anymore? You actually let a weak woman explore the way for you. If I tell you, I won't be afraid of ruining the reputation of you guys throughout the three thousand worlds!"

"I have no reputation, so why should I be afraid?" The middle-aged man replied coldly: "You can come in if you want, don't talk nonsense!"

"Tsk!" The female cultivator snorted dissatisfiedly and said with a bad face: "Okay, then just wait. Anyway, I'm not about to go through the seventh level of immortal tribulation."

She raised her slender hand, as if inspecting the bright Dankou on her finger, and said with a gloating look on her face: "I heard that someone was almost beaten to pieces when he went through the sixth calamity last time, so why should I be anxious? Hee hee hee!"

The middle-aged man's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. He pursed his lips tightly, but did not say a word.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and then a soft sigh was heard. Opposite the middle-aged man was a kind-hearted old man, who suddenly smiled and said: "That's all, you don't want to take the risk first, so this opportunity to take the lead belongs to the old man. I'll give it to you." ! ”

After saying that, seeing no one objected, he cupped his hands towards the other people and flew down.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but follow him. The old man landed on the top of the whirlpool and stayed for a moment. Suddenly he raised the whisk in his hand, and his figure suddenly turned into a ray of light, and disappeared into the whirlpool in a flash.

"Hey!" There were soft calls from all around: "He went in?"

"It's really going in!"

"Did you just hear that those...several seniors said what kind of entrance this whirlpool was? Could it be, could it be the entrance to a secret realm?!"

"It must be, right? Wow!"

Many people in the crowd showed surprise, their eyes became hot, and they looked excitedly at the huge and terrifying whirlpool.

The few people left in the air, seeing that nothing strange happened when the old man entered, stopped hesitating and fell down one after another, disappearing in the whirlpool in the blink of an eye.

As soon as the Mahayana monks left, a loud noise suddenly erupted from the cliff, and many people rushed down the cliff, fearing to be left behind.

Liu Qinghuan frowned and stood still. Sure enough, the next moment there were screams!

The first person to bear the brunt was a Yang Reality monk who relied on his cultivation to grab the front position. As soon as he fell into the center of the whirlpool, a stream of air like a light cloud suddenly erupted from underneath and hit him.

The man froze suddenly, and before he could react, his body exploded with a bang, and the exploding flesh and blood covered the face of the man behind him!

A horrified shout immediately sounded, and other people hurriedly tried to escape, but were rushed to pieces by the sudden change, and many people fell into the water.

I don't know what the black water is. The person who fell into the whirlpool has not even turned around with the rapid water, and only a skeleton is left, and the flesh and blood of the whole body and the soul in the body have all been dissolved in the water.

In a short period of time, several people died in an instant, which was really shocking. There were only a few people who were lucky enough to escape, and their faces were pale when they rolled back to the cliff.

Liu Qinghuan shook his head when he saw it: Greed makes people crazy. They didn't even understand the situation. When they heard the word "secret realm", they rushed forward desperately. To end up like this, it was pitiful but not innocent.

"Fellow Taoist, what are your plans?" At this moment, Old Ghost Qu touched his side and spoke in the distance: "The tsunami is coming here soon. If you don't hurry up, you won't have a chance to enter Xianzang." ”

Then he chuckled and said, "However, if you back out, I will never laugh at you."

Liu Qinghuan glanced at him and said calmly: "If you want to go, just do it yourself. There is no need to provoke me with words."

Qu Laogui clicked his tongue twice: "You are so slippery, so boring! Come on, let's try it with my old life. I still don't believe that you can stop me with just one entrance!"

He patted his butt, glanced vaguely behind him, then wrapped himself in his robe and rushed downwards.

Well, grandma passed away.