He Has a Dragon

When Mr. Six Fingers chased the released emerald bird and left the foot of the nameless mountain where Wang Le, Qing Yangzi and others had stayed before, in the following time, masters from the ground level continued to arrive one after another and tracked them down. The chase continued.

If Wang Le knew about it, he could only sigh that the martial arts world is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. Before that, he had really underestimated it.

However, the tracking methods of most of the earth-level masters are too childish for Qingyangzi, an experienced Taoist who has been wallowing in the big dye vat of the martial arts world all his life.

Along the way, Qingyangzi dragged Wang Le and flew at high altitude, constantly changing directions, and even tore off the corners of his Taoist robe, scattering them piece by piece on the road.

Even in the pitch-black night, he stopped in an inaccessible old forest and deliberately set up a formation that Wang Le couldn't understand.

Wang Le didn't ask any questions from beginning to end, he just shut his mouth obediently and allowed Qingyangzi to display his dazzling tricks to confuse the enemy.

While walking and stopping, going around and around, Wang Le, who always had a good memory, could even find that Qingyangzi took him to the same place no less than three times.

As the moon sets and the sun rises over and over again, two days pass by unconsciously. On this morning, an old man and a young man fall on the bank of a big river.

Under the blazing sun, Wang Le set up a pergola and looked far into the distance. Looking at the turbulent river with no end in sight, he thought that the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers in the world were nothing but small.

What surprised Wang Le most was that the water in the river was crystal clear, without any turbidity at all.

You should know that flowing rivers like this often bring up sand and soil during the flow and appear turbid. Just like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers in the secular world, if you scoop up a ladle of water and wait until it settles, less than half of it will be filled with sand, but what you see in front of you is sand. This big river is the opposite.

Wang Le put away his eyes, walked to the gravel-covered river and squatted down. He washed his face happily, then picked up a puddle of water from the river with both hands and took a few sips. He couldn't help but feel a sense of enjoyment on his face and felt a sense of relief in his bones. Moaning sound.

After a simple wash, Wang Le, who felt refreshed and cool, stood up, turned around and walked towards Qingyangzi not far away, while not forgetting to ask: "Senior, what is the name of this big river?"

Qingyangzi saw Qingyangzi, who had thrown away his torn gray Taoist robe and put on a black robe on the way. On his thin face, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his eyes were a little divergent. He casually replied: "This river is the longest in the martial arts world, and it is also the longest river in the world of martial arts." The widest river is called Tianlan River."

After a pause, Qingyangzi continued: "The Tianlan River is five hundred and fifty miles wide at its widest point.

It is one hundred and eight thousand miles long, originating between the Tianzhu Mountains in the westernmost part of the martial arts world, running through the southwest corner of the central area of ​​the martial arts world, and part of the eastern area, and finally flows into the Sea of ​​Curses. "

"Hiss!" Wang Le couldn't help but gasped, and said to himself: "Let's go for it, it's a hundred and eight thousand miles long. If you add up all the big rivers in the five continents of the world, in this Shenglan River There’s not enough to see in front of you!”

"Can this still be called a river? It's more like the sea."

Just when Wang Le was shocked, Qingyangzi said quietly: "The section of the river where we are now is not the widest, but it is the most dangerous place. If a ship enters, it will only destroy the boat and kill people." ending."

After a pause, Qingyangzi continued: "The warriors below the ground level often have to take a detour and take a ferry to cross the river from a gentle part of the river thousands of miles away."

"Even Earth-level warriors cannot fly over this section of the river, because most of the time every day, there will be dragons sucking water in this section of the river, blocking the sky and the sun, raging winds, and making it impossible to see. Impassable from the air.”

At this point, Qingyangzi suddenly chuckled, looked at Wang Le with squinted eyes, and then asked: "Having said so much, you should understand why Pindao crossed the river from here, right?"

Wang Le nodded with a look of surprise on his face, and replied: "You always choose this place because you want to use this dangerous section of the Tianlan River to intercept the warriors chasing from Bai Yujing."

"In this case, when the Tianlan River is calm and they come again, they will completely lose the possibility of catching up with us."

Qingyangzi hummed, showing a cunning look, and said with a smile: "Yes, because of the isolation of Tianlan River, the traces we left along the way are also broken. Of course, their tracking skills are completely ineffective."

Wang Le gave Qingyangzi a thumbs up with admiration on his face, and said: "Sure enough, Jiang is still smarter when he is old. The boy has learned a lesson."

I saw that Qingyangzi did not show the slightest trace of pride, and waved his hands indifferently and said: "This is just a little trick. If you are not very unfamiliar with the martial arts world, otherwise, there are also ways to defeat those who are chasing you." All the opponents who had passed before were completely thrown away."

Before Wang Le could say a few humble words, Qingyangzi suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Do you know the roots of Tianlan River?"

"Uh!" Wang Le was speechless for a moment, thinking to himself that this was nonsense. He had just come to the martial arts world, how could he know the roots of the Tianlan River in front of him?

As his mind wandered, Wang Le shook his head and said softly: "Senior, please give me some advice. I would like to hear the details."

At this time, Qingyangzi took two steps and crossed Wang Le, standing on the edge of the river, looking into the distance, and then said: "This Tianlan River is one of the oldest origins of the demon clan in the martial arts world."

"Oh?" Wang Le showed a trace of surprise without concealing it, and then said: "How can the demon clan survive in this Tianlan River?"

With his back to Wang Le, Qingyangzi stood on the edge of the river and said in an ethereal tone: "There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles away it is; when it turns into a bird, its name is Kun." The name is Peng. Peng's back is thousands of miles away. It flies in anger, and its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky..."

Wang Le, who came behind Qingyangzi, raised his eyebrows slightly. As a guy who had received nine years of compulsory education, he certainly knew that Qingyangzi was reciting the ancient article "Xiaoyaoyou" by Zhuangzi.

The water hits three thousand miles, and the force surges up ninety thousand miles. This sentence impressed Wang Le the most in the entire "Xiaoyaoyou", and it is still fresh in his memory.

"The back is like Mount Tai, and the wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. Holding a ram's horn, it goes up ninety thousand miles. It cuts through the clouds and carries the blue sky. Then it goes to the south, and it is suitable for the south."

Qingyangzi stopped here and did not continue. Instead, he turned to look at Wang Le who was standing behind him and asked softly: "Do you understand?"

Wang Le, who was in shock, nodded, the light in his eyes shrank uncertainly, and said nothing...