Qingling Punishing Heart

Chapter 490 The White-haired Fisherman
Su Ji was sucked into the undercurrent between the gaps in the mountain and fell into the abyss.The darkness engulfed the light in front of him, and the strong wind hit him, making his cheeks hurt like a knife.

The hazy white light enveloped his body, he opened his eyes from the strange environment, and what greeted his eyes was a completely different world.

The stars do not know where to go.

The sky is a dirty and chaotic black, and the ground under your feet is a clean and bright white.It was not the first time for Su Ji to see such an upside-down scene, so it must not be too far from Jiuquan here.

Through the white and mirror-like ground, he could clearly see the reflection of his own face: the snow-white sideburns, the youthfulness in the eyes disappeared, and a little more mature and calm.

Calculating his age, he is nearly eighty years old this year.Although he can maintain a youthful appearance by relying on Xuanqing Qi, he increasingly dislikes traveling around like he did when he was young.If he can return to Yangjian safely this time, he never wants to put himself in danger again, and hopes that this is the last adventure in his life.

Su Ji thought so, and walked slowly step by step.There is emerald green mist all over the front, and only through the thick mist can one see the whole picture of the surrounding scenery.

At this moment, he began to feel exhausted all over, and slowly raised one hand, and in the palm of his hand was a willow scepter with two snakes coiled around it.He slowly grasped the scepter and continued walking like an old man on crutches.After a long time, passing through the green mist, there was a gurgling spring in front of my eyes.The spring water is crystal clear, and the white light reflects the sparkling water, which is a bit dazzling.

Tired and thirsty, he leaned over and touched a little with his little finger to taste first.Unexpectedly, the taste of the spring water was extremely bitter, but just a little bit of bitterness made his stomach twitch.

Ha ha ha ha...

Sudden laughter broke the quiet atmosphere.

Su Ji looked for the sound and turned his head, and saw a wooden boat moored in the middle of the water at some time.On the boat was an old man with white hair and childlike face, wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat, dressed like a fisherman.

The white-haired fisherman introduced: "That is a bitter spring, a hundred times more bitter than snake gall."

Su Ji bowed his head and spat, calmed down after a while, and asked, "Where is the old man?"

The white-haired fisherman replied, "It's just a ferryman."

Su Ji knew that this old man was definitely not a mortal, but most likely a ghost pawn after the spirit of a human or animal became refined.

The white-haired fisherman stroked his beard and asked, "Young man, where are you from? Where are you going?"

Su Ji replied: "I come from the world, and I am going to the residence of Emperor Dongyue, Tianqi Rensheng Palace."

The white-haired fisherman said: "Emperor Dongyue's residence is still a long way from here. I can take you there, and you have to walk the rest of the way."

After pondering for a while, Su Ji wanted to find out the old man's details, nodded and said, "Thank you, old man."

The white-haired fisherman rowed the raft to shore.Just as Su Ji jumped onto the bamboo raft, suddenly a rush of footsteps followed.

"Old man, please wait!"

Su Ji turned his head to look, and suddenly opened his eyes slightly, and saw Mu Lingyu walking out of the green mist he had just passed.

The white-haired fisherman turned to Su Ji and asked, "Is this girl going with you too?"

Su Ji hesitated a little, and was about to answer, but Mu Lingyu answered first:
"Old man, we are not going all the way. We will go our separate ways after landing."

The white-haired fisherman glanced at Su Ji and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter whether it's all the way or not, as long as we get together by fate, we are on the same boat."

Mu Lingyu was sitting in a small boat that could accommodate three people.

Su Ji used the white crane to transmit the sound and asked: "You don't want to follow."

Mu Lingyu asked back: "If you can come, why can't I?"

Su Ji worried: "Do you know where this is? Do you know what I'm going to do?"

"what are you going to do?"

Su Ji sighed: "I don't know exactly what to do, but I'm sure what I'm going to do next is quite dangerous."

The two sat opposite each other without speaking to each other.

Mu Lingyu never looked at Su Ji, but just looked at the boat on his own, and found a wine gourd, a fishing rod, and a mess of fishing nets scattered in the corner.

Su Ji couldn't help asking: "Old man, can you still catch fish in such bitter spring water?"

The white-haired fisherman replied: "Of course, I just met two today."

Mu Lingyu looked around the boat.There are no fish, only empty fish baskets.The lower end of the thin line of the fishing rod is connected to a straight, hookless, bare copper needle.She felt that the old man was so strange that he not only fished in the bitter water, but also fished with a straight hook.

Su Ji still looked at the white-haired fisherman, and asked, "Old man, do you know what springs are there in the underworld?"

The white-haired fisherman introduced: "The 'nine' in the so-called 'Nine Springs' does not refer to quantity. The ultimate number of heaven and earth begins with one and ends at nine. The word nine is the largest number in the singular number, which implies the meaning of limit..."

Su Ji suddenly said: "What the old man means is that there are nine springs in the underworld, maybe there are less than nine, or there may be more than nine?"

"That's right. The Nine Springs I know so far include Jiuquan, Cold Spring, Nether Spring, and Blood Spring. The source of the Nine Springs comes from the Yellow Spring in Fengdu, and ends at the Taimiao Immortal Spring of the Queen Mother of the West..."

Too wonderful fairy spring?

Mu Lingyu raised her head suddenly, and couldn't help thinking of Queen Mother of the West's Taimiao Immortal Palace, and recalled that she looked down on the world through the lake in the Taimiao Immortal Palace. Presumably, this Taimiao Immortal Spring is one of the nine springs that can peep into everything.

The boat docked on the other side, and the dry lips of the white-haired fisherman let out a sigh: "I can only send you here. The front is Jiuquan. If you want to quench your thirst, there is no better place."

Hearing the existence of Jiuquan, Su Ji was overjoyed.

The old man asked Su Ji: "Young man, what's your name?"

Su Ji hesitated briefly, and replied, "Su Ji."

"... Surnamed Su?" The white-haired fisherman revealed a suspicious look on his face, and pondered: "Her surname is Su too."

"Who is she?" Mu Lingyu asked curiously.

The white-haired fisherman replied: "She is the past kalpa of the gods. The kalpa of the gods crossed the first life, and the fate of the human cultivation."

Mu Lingyu took a closer look and found that the white-haired fisherman's figure gradually turned into a blur of white light.

In the blink of an eye, only a pile of snow-white down feathers remained on the quiet bow.

The two suddenly opened their eyes wide.A gust of wind ruffled Su Ji's hair, blowing the feathers on the ground far into the sky.An ethereal voice echoed in the sky: "Ordinary people have the fun of ordinary people. The world is like this wine gourd, and everyone soaks in it. The longer the time, the more intoxicated it is..."

Mu Lingyu felt baffled, and didn't know why the old man said this.However, these words were exactly what troubled her heart, whether she should become a god of the Nine Heavens, or live as a mortal...

Hearing the white-haired fisherman's words, Su Ji couldn't help being lost in thought for a long time, silently looking up at the feathers flying all over the sky.

Mu Lingyu observed his expression and asked, "Don't you know who that white-haired fisherman is?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the fisherman who was ferrying just now..." Su Ji leaned over and picked up a snow-white feather, and said decisively, "It should be a big white goose that has been cultivated to be fine."

(End of this chapter)