Years pass by in a hurry.

All the heavens and all the realms, in the Jiuyin Mountain.

But I saw a rock on the edge of the pond.

The rock is about half a foot in diameter and no more than three feet high.

But on the rock, there was a young man in white, sitting cross-legged with a calm expression.

He was holding a wooden fishing rod in his hand, with the silk thread at the end hanging down and falling into the water.

Unknowingly, the cold and heat passed by, the years rushed by, and more than ten years passed.

This square pond used to be only six to seven feet in diameter and only two feet deep.

Within a few years, it unknowingly expanded day and night to a radius of more than twenty feet and a depth of nine feet, vaguely turning into a lake.

This kind of expansion is gradually accumulated bit by bit every day.

No one noticed it at first, but after a while, they suddenly realized that the pond had become much wider and deeper.

——

The weather is calm and sunny.

The morning light is bright.

The breeze blows.

Ripples ripple on the lake.

The clothes of the young man in white were blowing gently, and his hair was slightly raised.

His eyes were calm, his expression was indifferent, and he looked very quiet.

And in the grass behind him, there were two shining eyes, looking at the young man.

This is a white fox, it is more than three feet long.

There was also a little red fox, only two feet long.

"Auntie."

The little red fox made a childish voice, soft and waxy, and whispered: "The fish Mr. caught yesterday seems to be delicious. It has horns on its head."

It is only one year old this year, but my aunt quietly stole a bottle of spiritual spring for it. It was nourished when it was in the mother's womb, and it was born with spirituality, so now it can already speak.

It also likes the gentleman in white clothes in front of him very much.

This is a gentle gentleman with a clear and soft voice and a always kind and kind attitude.

Although he is not an elder of the Fox Clan, since he was born, he has remembered that his husband lived in the Fox Clan. In his heart, he is his elder, and there is not much difference between him and other elders of the Fox Clan.

Among the fox clan, the origin of Mr. Taixu is a mystery and he seems very mysterious.

My mother said that my husband might have fallen from the sky, because it was my mother and my aunt who brought him back.

Moreover, the fox tribe at that time was in a very dangerous situation, and everyone might die.

It is said that Mr. gave the idea and saved the fox clan.

So everyone still respects him very much.

However, there are also some elders who are a little dissatisfied with Mr., saying that Mr. led the wolf into the house, causing the Fox tribe to be oppressed by Ziyan Temple for many years, and will continue to be oppressed in the future. Even the spiritual springs produced by the tribe are no longer members of the tribe.

It belongs to the Purple Smoke Temple.

And the husband did not leave, and lived in the Fox Clan for sixteen years.

I heard that for the past sixteen years, my husband has come here to fish every day, no matter the weather or rain.

And since it can remember, Mr. has indeed never left the valley or stopped fishing.

"How did that happen?"

The white fox's eyes were full of confusion.

The little red fox was even more puzzled and asked: "What is this?"

Bai Hu shook her head slightly and did not respond to the little guy's words, but the doubts in her heart were difficult to resolve.

The great elder said that he is a great monk comparable to Zhenxuan, but he is a strong man who has practiced horizontal training. He has a strong body but almost no magic power.

However, I don’t know why, my husband’s words and deeds are like flowing clouds and flowing water, gentle and indifferent. Compared with the great elder, he is more celestial and spiritual. He is not at all like the kind of rough and tough man who moves mountains and reclaims seas.

Moreover, although Mr. Xian is extremely mysterious and unfathomable, in terms of cultivation, judging from the threat of the Wolf King back then, although Mr. Wang is a great monk at the Zhenxuan level, he should still be below the high Zhenxuan level.

So how did the gentleman without magic power create the scene in front of him?

This pond has expanded bit by bit. Over the years, it has become three or four times wider and three or four times deeper.

There seemed to be no trace of the gentleman ever taking action.

So how did a pond become a lake?

So how did the ordinary grass carp in the pond turn into a spirit with Taoism?

Over the years, the pond continued to expand and turned into a lake, and the fish in the pond became increasingly powerful.

Since about five years ago, the fish caught in the pond have had a mysterious aura.

But yesterday, the fish spirit was half a foot in size, and had horns on its head, vaguely like a dragon. The water it spat out from its mouth seemed extremely powerful, no less than the Dao produced by Dao Seal level cultivation.

Therefore, it can be deduced based on this that this fish spirit probably has a level of cultivation comparable to that of the Daoyin level.

She didn't understand, since her husband didn't make any changes, where did such changes come from?

Not only she, but even the great elder of the Fox clan had noticed the changes in this place earlier, but was unable to discover the source of these changes.

This also makes Mr. Taixu look even more mysterious.

Now not only she, but also the Great Elder are looking forward to it.

Looking forward to a commitment that felt incredible at first.

Looking forward to a time that still seems extremely far away.

The teacher said that when the fish caught in the pond are more powerful than the one she was about to condense the golden elixir of the Great Dao, that is the day when the fate of the Fox clan will change again.

In other words, if the fish in the lake in front of you can condense the Golden Elixir of the Great Dao and become a great demon, then the time has come.

But now, the fish in the lake are not strong enough.

Apparently the time has not come yet.

"Let's go, let's take you out to play."

The white fox stretched out his paw and patted the little red fox on the head.

The little red fox reluctantly looked towards the lake and muttered: "I want to fish too."

The white fox knocked its head and said: "With your small body and your skills, the fish in the lake can drag you down and eat you."

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Time flies like an arrow, and time flies like a shuttle.

In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the sun rises and the moon sets.

Cold and heat alternate, cloudy and sunny wax and wane.

These three years passed by in the blink of an eye.

The lake is twenty-six feet in diameter and bottomless.

The water is calm, the breeze blows, and the ripples are gentle.

After yesterday's rain, the water surface rose, the air was cool and felt very humid.

The flowers and plants everywhere are covered with water drops and are crystal clear.

The young man on the edge of the rock is still fishing.

His white clothes are better than snow and are not stained by dust.

He held the fishing rod in both hands and looked at the lake quietly.

Over the years, he seems to have become one with the scenery of the lake.

The white clothes of those fishing by the lake seem to have become an indispensable part of the scenery.

At this moment, a red little fox jumped out, came to the lake, jumped under the rock, and jumped up.

But when its claws slipped, it immediately screamed and fell backwards.

But just when it thought it was going to fall to the ground and be covered in dust, it fell into a soft palm.

It was a young man in white who was fishing by the lake. The moment it fell, he left the fishing rod with his left hand, caught it, and put it beside him.

"Almost five years old, and still so naughty." Zhuang Ming said softly, as if scolding, but his tone was calm and kind.

"I'm only five years old." The little red fox blinked his eyes and said softly, "I heard that human children are still very young at the age of five."

"But the children of the Fox tribe are not young anymore at the age of five." Zhuang Ming said in a calm voice, took his hand back and put it on the fishing rod again.

"Did you catch any fish today, sir?" the red fox asked.

"I haven't caught it yet." Zhuang Ming lifted the fishing rod and saw that the hook under the silk thread was empty.

"Sir, you have no bait." The little red fox jumped up and said hurriedly: "No wonder you can't catch fish, I will dig up earthworms for you..."

"Don't worry, be careful if it falls." Zhuang Ming stretched out his hand to hold it down and said, "The fish in the lake no longer need bait."

"What do you need?" the red fox asked puzzledly.

"They need to take the bait themselves," Zhuang Ming said.

"They are already well-established fairies, how could they take the bait?" The red fox muttered, "I'm only five years old, but I won't even take the bait."
To be continued...