There was a monk on the boat who looked happy and wanted to catch fish, but the ferry steward stopped him and said that the fish group already had an owner and was kept in captivity on a large mountain in the middle of Wangque Island.

Then, as expected, a group of monks in green clothes riding cranes appeared not far away, looking at the ferry with cold eyes.

Later, Liu Sanbian told Zhao Rong that it was a phantom fish from the sea of ​​clouds, which was very rare. Its meat quality was the first-class immortal food on the mountain, and its scales were an important material for refining some magic weapons. It could be mixed with middle-grade spirits on the mountain.

Stones of equal weight are exchanged.

One day, when Zhao Rong opened the window to admire the moon at night, he saw an old man bathing in the moonlight, meditating and breathing in the clouds not far from the ship. The light around him was hazy, which was very mysterious.

One day, there was thunder and lightning in the sea of ​​clouds, and Zhao Rong saw a masked man washing his sword in the thunder pond.

Another day, the sky was cloudless, and there was a particularly tall mountain on the earth. When the ferry passed by, I was shocked to find that there was a huge crowd of people below. It was actually the Zhongyue of a certain secular dynasty holding a Zen ceremony...

Zhao Rong stretched, cleared the table, and prepared to have breakfast.

But as soon as he walked out, he saw the "Su Dahuang" next door preparing to go out just like him.

But after she discovered Zhao Rong, she quickly retreated.

"..."

Zhao Rong shook his head and smiled, not paying attention, and prepared to leave first.

But the next second.

There was a sound of wind and thunder in the distance.

Looking up, in the direction in which the ferry was heading, several streaks of light were coming towards me from the horizon, and they were extremely powerful.

A scolding sound came, like a bell, resounding through the sky.
Chapter completed!