My Simulated Longevity

Since the start of the Dingyu betting, it has become the most popular activity for monk Cong Yunhai.

Especially the last fish-fixing event at the end of each year, the number of monks participating is so large that the island is almost crowded.

Everyone wants to get rich overnight.

Anchoring the fishing event at the end of 2016, Li Fan also went to join in the fun.

He discovered that there was something really good about fixing fish. It's not just luck.

You know, the fish in this isolated island lake come from all over the Congyun Sea.

Those who can travel thousands of miles to get here are not bad in every aspect.

During the twenty-seven-day observation period, these fish must not only ensure their survival position in the lake, but also accumulate strength and prepare for the final leap into the sky.

On the day when the lake finally erupts, the position of each fish when the water splashes also determines the height of the final jump to a large extent.

Thousands of fish, in this lake, their fates are intertwined and they are fighting for each other's lives.

The only lucky one must not only defeat its competitors, but also ultimately rely on the "destiny" of the lake to become the final winner.

How difficult it is!

Li Fan's spiritual thoughts flowed among thousands of fish. After wandering around for a long time, he couldn't find anything particularly suitable.

In the end, I could only randomly choose a fish that looked strong before the time limit.

As a result, the fish did not survive the remaining three days and was swallowed by two other fish before the lake water thinned.

Li Fan shook his head and had to admit that he was unlucky.

The final result came out, and the one that stood taller than all the fish turned out to be an inconspicuous white pomfret that looked sick.

This fish could barely survive in the lake before, but unexpectedly it was the one who had the last laugh.

By playing back the images recorded on the image stone, the monks discovered that this white pomfret was extremely lucky.

When the lake erupts, it happens to be at the point where the current is most intense.

In addition, it has been accumulating strength before, and with the blessing of various factors, it can soar into the sky and come out on top.

No one could have expected it, and they could only look at this white pomfret with regret.

Li Fan locked it with no murderous intent and kept its appearance in his heart carefully.

"I wonder, will this fish still win in the next life?" Li Fan thought inexplicably.

When the fish fixing ends, some people are happy and some are sad.

But what needs to be done still needs to be done.

A group of monks joined forces, and soon, except for the white pomfret, all the other fish in the lake were refined into essence in an instant.

The white pomfret swallowed this mass of essence, and its body instantly expanded several times.

The teeth became as sharp as blades, blood-red stripes appeared between the scales, and a sinister aura emerged from his body.

In a short period of time, this white pomfret seems to have completed a transformation that other fish may not be able to complete after a lifetime of hard work.

After releasing the white pomfret into the sea, the monks left together.

Li Fan also followed.

Halfway through the flight, Li Fan was suddenly stunned.

Because, in the sense of Wuxiang murderous intent, the aura of the white pomfret that had just completed its transformation and reached the sky was rapidly declining.

"Huh? What's going on?" Li Fan was a little curious and immediately activated the art of seeing from the sky and hearing from the earth.

In the picture, five ugly and fierce fish are attacking the white pomfret.

The strength of each of these fish is not inferior to that of the newly transformed white pomfret.

Now it is under collective siege, how can it resist it.

Soon he was seriously injured and dying.

Li Fan could see clearly that the essence and blood of these five fish were mixed. It was obvious that they did not evolve to this level on their own, and there were obvious traces of artificial cultivation.

"Interesting, are these the fish that won in the past few years?" Li Fan figured out the cause and effect in an instant.

These blessed fish cannot enter the lake again to participate in the fish fixing due to the obstruction of the formation outside the isolated island.

But they have vaguely developed spiritual wisdom and know that a new fish leader will be born here every month.

So, they stayed here and joined forces to strangle these newly born fish leaders and eat their flesh and blood.

You can't get good fortune, but you can eat the fish that have good fortune, and the effect is the same.

Under Li Fan's gaze, the white pomfret that the monks had just described as "destined" and "so lucky" was instantly dead and buried in the belly of five fishes.

Only the bright red blood stain slowly rising from the bottom of the sea proves that it once existed.

After the five strange fish were full, the energy in their bodies expanded a little more.

He shook his head and left with satisfaction.

Li Fan looked at this scene from a distance and fell into deep thought.

Returning to Ten Thousand Immortals Island, I did not choose to retreat in the Tianxuan Mirror.

Instead, he squinted his eyes, looked up at the sky, and then looked at the tall-crowned old man statue on the island that looked down on all living beings.

The deeper the feeling in my heart.

"Perhaps, there is nothing new in this world..."

Li Fanming realized the truth.

Time passed slowly without stopping.

After 17 years of anchoring, Zhang Haobo's cultivation has broken through to the middle stage of foundation building.

Li Fan observed for a while and found that he no longer practiced "Dinghai Shenjian" over and over again.

Instead, he started his journey of chasing the wind again.

It's just different from before. Every time he went to a storm scene, Zhang Haobo danced his sword in the wind.

One hundred and eight Dinghai Divine Swords were combined into one giant blue sword.

In Zhang Haobo's hands, he faced the howling wind and cut against the trend.

The roaring wind disaster seemed to be weakening as he wielded his sword one after another.

But this trend is very weak, and it would be difficult to detect unless Li Fan sees and hears clearly and clearly sees the changes in the flow of spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

However, Zhang Haobo looked unfazed.

Reluctant to give up, pursuing one storm disaster after another.

He was honing his sword skills in the wind.

"It seems that he is not far away from making another breakthrough." Li Fan did not feel envious of his rapid progress at all.

As early as the moment he entered the world of cultivating immortals with [Huan Zhen], Li Fan knew that the speed of cultivation was not that important to him.

Building an extremely solid foundation through life-long accumulation is what he should do.

And now after seeing the white pomfret being eaten, he has strengthened his judgment.

Only by cultivating the Dharma for a hundred generations can there be a chance to escape from a dead situation.

…

Li Fan's days on Ten Thousand Immortals Island were as peaceful as ever.

In the middle of 2017, Li Fan saved more than 8,000 contribution points and purchased two rare items for low-level people.

I went out for a trip and unlocked the second anchor point of [Huan Zhen].

There is no option to anchor directly for the time being. Li Fan plans to check the unlocking status of the third anchor point before making any plans.

However, not long after that, Li Fan's peaceful life was broken.

He received a summons from the Tianji Hall of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, requiring his assistance in investigating a mysterious death case involving two Nascent Souls, six Golden Pills, nineteen Foundation Builders, and several Qi Refining monks.