Eternal Tranquility

Under the deep soul pool, I actually saw a protective magic circle. Is there anything more absurd than this?

The magic circle is only the size of a tent, with a black light curtain buckled in a semicircle on the black stone ground. From time to time, bright starlight flashes, giving off a faint light that alternates between bright and dark.

The starlight is not strong. Even if it is close, it is still the same as what is seen in the distance, without being affected by the rich darkness here. If not for this, Liu Qinghuan still wouldn't have discovered it.

The surrounding ghosts seemed unable to see this formation and did not attack it at all.

Liu Qinghuan was amazed. This was the first time he saw such a strange formation. If Yun Zheng could still recognize it here, he couldn't recognize what kind of formation it was, nor could he see the scene in the formation.

But he didn't have time to hesitate. The umbrella-shaped magic weapon was completely scrapped after a few pulls. He had placed the mirror made of golden ooze above his head, and a layer of crackling lightning enveloped his whole body.

The area at the bottom of the pool was much larger than the top, and since his spiritual consciousness was limited here, he could only search bit by bit.

After warily looking at the corner where the magic circle was, Liu Qinghuan dropped down after seeing nothing unusual.

But just as his toes touched the black stone ground, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind, first a chuckle, and then a slightly joking man's voice: "Since you're here, come and sit for a while."

Liu Qinghuan turned to the magic circle instantly and waited for a moment, but the sound did not sound again.

He was full of questions and curiosity.

If it were me who set up a protective circle here, under the continuous attacks from the surrounding ghosts, I'm afraid it would be breached in a few strokes. I don’t know who the people inside are, but they actually came to a place like this to drink tea.

Or not a human being?

Liu Qinghuan walked over step by step, holding the sword of life and death in his hand. Until he reached the magic circle, he hesitantly put his hand on the light screen.

Without any obstruction, the hand passed directly through the black light curtain.

Liu Qinghuan's heart skipped a beat and he stepped in with one step.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and an oil lamp placed on a broken wooden table swayed with a dull yellow light, reflecting that it was an extremely low thatched house with unmodified loess walls and cracks and spider webs everywhere.

A slovenly middle-aged man is sitting at the table. He is wearing a worn gray robe. He has one foot on a long wooden stool and a gourd in one hand. He takes a sip from time to time, or picks up a piece of food from a small dish on the table. Throw a peanut into your mouth.

The middle-aged man glanced at Liu Qinghuan, who was standing stiffly by the wall, and pointed to another uneven bench next to him: "Sit."

There is no trace of cultivation in this person, and his attitude is extremely casual and lazy.

Liu Qinghuan looked behind him. The place where he walked in was a wooden door that was about to collapse. Looking out from the gap in the wooden door, he could only see endless darkness. Lightning flashed across the sky from time to time, but it didn't illuminate anything at all.

But as soon as he entered the room, all the screams in his ears disappeared instantly, and there was no ghost. He thought for a while, put away the mirror first, walked slowly over and sat at the table, raised his hands and asked, "Senior, who is it?"

The middle-aged man looked him up and down, and tsked twice, as if he was a little disgusted: "Boring boy... my name is Gui Bugui."

Liu Qinghuan was embarrassed and could only say: "Excuse me...senior, do you know where this is?"

From the soul pool, he just passed through a thin magic circle and arrived at the thatched house that seemed to be about to collapse. He even wondered if he had entered an illusion again.

Gui Bugui showed interest: "Where are you from?"

"Huh?" Liu Qinghuan was confused and talked about the soul pool outside.

The other party was very interested and kept getting to the bottom of it. Liu Qinghuan had no choice but to talk about it from the soul pool to Bugui Ruins, from Bugui Ruins to Sao Feng Continent, and finally to the entire interface of Yunmengze.

"Yun Mengze?" Gui Bugui grabbed his messy hair with his greasy hands, counted something with his fingers, and mumbled a few words in a low voice.

Liu Qinghuan listened intently, but she didn't understand what he said.

"Senior, where is this place?" He asked the question again.

Gui Bugui took a sip of wine and said, "There are some things you shouldn't know now, so don't ask. You will know them when you should know them."

His eyes showed deep meaning and fell to his Dantian, as if he could see through Liu Qinghuan at a glance: "If I hadn't seen you carrying three mulberry trees, I wouldn't have let you in. A little guy who is building a foundation, alas, I am too lucky. Come on, drink!"

As he spoke, he threw the gourd in his hand towards him.

Liu Qinghuan's expression suddenly changed, and huge waves surged in his heart.

Three mulberry trees! What Sanmulberry?

Is the other party talking about the small stick hidden in his spiritual root? ! And he actually saw through it at a glance!

Seeing the other party staring at him with bright eyes, he couldn't help but pick up the gourd and take a sip, but he was already lost in thought.

The clear and sweet wine slipped into his stomach, and his internal organs seemed to be stabbed with countless knives everywhere. A burning feeling swept through his body, and his bones seemed to melt into water in the wine, and he was suddenly sweating profusely.

However, after sweating profusely, an indescribable feeling of relief spread over him. Liu Qinghuan felt that everything in front of him was spinning around, and he fell down on the table with a thud, falling asleep.

He got drunk after just one sip of wine!

"Hahaha!" Gui Bugui laughed loudly, took the gourd and took a sip himself: "You can't drink enough, kid."

I don’t know how long it took, but Liu Qinghuan suddenly jumped up and shouted: “Oops!”

"What's wrong?"

Liu Qinghuan looked over and saw that everything in front of him was the same as before he fell asleep. Gui Bugui was still sitting across from him with his legs crossed, and the plate of peanuts on the table seemed to be endless.

"My friends are still waiting for me outside. If I haven't been out for a long time, it will be terrible if they also go down to the soul pool!"

"Hmph, I thought it was something. Don't worry, time here is different from where you came in. Even if you stay here for hundreds of years, it will be like blinking an eye outside."

Liu Qinghuan calmed down and suddenly smelled an extremely fishy odor. He looked down and saw that the surface of his body was covered with a layer of gray dirt.

"Huh?" He was surprised and immediately realized that this layer of dirt should be impurities excreted by his body.

Generally speaking, when a monk reaches the foundation-building stage, there are very few impurities in his body, but he didn't expect that a sip of wine would force out so many.

Looking inside the whole body, one can see that the bones and flesh are crystal clear and full of vitality, and the spiritual power that was originally used up has returned to its peak.

He used a spell to clean his whole body, and bowed his hands to Gui Bugui: "Thank you, senior, for the wine."

The other party raised his eyelids and ignored him at all.

Liu Qinghuan remembered something and sat back at the table: "You mentioned Sanmulberry wood before..."

Gui Bugui placed the gourd on the wooden table with a "dong" sound. The wooden table made a creaking sound and almost fell apart: "Boy, stop talking nonsense! How about we make a vow now?"

Liu Qinghuan stood up suddenly.

Is there any mistake? It’s an oath again!

Ever since he was tricked by the old demon Wen Dao, he now had the urge to turn around and run away when he heard the word "oath".