Chapter 9 Looking for Secrets

On the edge of the "Endless Sea", the fog is as misty as smoke. From the perspective of the outer sea, it is easy to make people have a trace of illusion, as if this sea is not a dangerous sea of monsters, but a dreamlike land of water.

"Uncle Jian, do you think the master will really be safe?" An elegant and beautiful face, ethereal young man stroking a folding fan like a deep valley orchid, standing at the end of the outer sea of the endless sea, thoughtful.

His eyebrows are picturesque, his skin is as white as jade, and his figure is also thin and small. If it hadn't been for the thick eight-character beard on the corners of his lips, the beautiful girl would have been nothing more than that.

"Haha, Lan'er's niece, please relax. Your master and I have been friends for many years. I don't know others. How can I not know? He said that nine deaths will be safe in nine cases out of ten. You don't know his temperament. He is a rat, and he will be fine.

At the foot of the "youth", there is a small boat made of black iron. At the tail of the boat, a big man with white hair like frost is half lying there, with a huge cyan sword beside him, which is three meters away, occupying more than half of the hull.

The "young man" stood in the bow and heard the words of the big man. He frowned slightly. Thinking of what the master had done in the past, he was a little relieved, but then he sighed again: "Uncle Jian, you don't know. My master said that this time is dangerous, which is a great death in his life. It is not better than before, only There is a glimmer of life."

The big man laughed and said, "Lan'er, you are too worried. The water mirror can break people's bad luck. Don't you know your own misfortune? If he really died, he would not go to the Wuwang City. Don't worry, the glimmer of life in his mouth is actually a great probability of survival. People in martial arts in the world owe him a lot of love. Even the two old men of Jiangbei's "Dragon Emperor" and "Wanliu Sect" said that they would interfere in this matter. What are you worried about? What's more, uncle, I'm here. I'll accompany you into this 'Endless Sea'.

"That's what you say, but if you care about it, it's messy..." The teenager turned his head and asked with a worried face: "Uncle Jian, you are the character on the Chiyou tablet. It's really difficult for you to let you and me into this 'endless sea'. The Chiyou tablet is about to reopen. Uncle was supposed to retreat, but I..."

The big man waved his hand and smiled, "It doesn't matter, niece, I have a desperate relationship with the water mirror. He is in trouble. Even if it's Shura hell, I should walk. Well, the sunset has fallen. At this time, the 'Endless sea' poison gas is the weakest. You squat down, and I'll take you in."

The big man suddenly straightened up. With a wave of the huge blue sword in his hand, a thick sword light spewed out, tearing out a huge opening in the churning fog. The gorgeous fog around him rolled inward, as if he wanted to make up for this opening, but the cyan sword was endless, even if The sword gas dissipated, and there was still a faint cyan thunder light tearing in the fog, so that the fog would not fill the gap.

"Lan's niece, sit down."

The big man shouted in a low voice, and his big sleeves flashed backwards. His palms hit the surface of the water and made a sound of slapping on the gold iron. In the lightning splash, the boat made of black iron flew into the gorgeous fog like an arrow, and suddenly disappeared.

The fog rolled like smoke for five minutes, and the thunder and lightning-like blue light sword gas dissipated and the fog closed again.

The sunset fell, and the "Endless Sea" suddenly became deep again.

........................

"Oh, can you be gentle, young man, do you treat the world's metaphysics like this? Let me tell you, the taxi can be killed but not humiliated. Please be careful, or you will suffer from this 'Endless sea'.

Mr. Shuijing's face was as strong as iron. He shook his hand and folded the fan. His body was straight and his deep eyes and deliberately lowered his voice. He was not angry and arrogant, and his aura was full. Unfortunately, his green robe was tattered and disgly.

He squeezed his lips and looked sideways at the teenager in front of him. Seeing that the other party frowned and said nothing, he thought he was afraid of himself. He was secretly happy in his heart, and he had to show off a few more words. In case of a shiver, he knocked on the head, "Shut up, you old stick."

"Oh..." Mr. Shuijing was in pain, but his body was shocked and said loudly, "Shi can be killed but not humiliated. What on earth do you want? Do you know that I'm a generation of Xuan... Oh, be gentle, I'm wrong. I really know I'm wrong."

The sharp pain on the head kept coming. This generation of metaphysics masters couldn't resist the pain and immediately changed their color. Their faces were full of laughter. They arched their hands and clenched their fists. They couldn't help bowing: "Brother, I'm wrong. Just be considerate of me. My bones are not good and I can't stand tossing. Don't let me do this bait."

The teenager in front of him leaned against the wall and yawned. The red sword in his hand was raised, and the blade was three inches lightly against Mr. Water Mirror's chin. He said slowly, "Past, why don't I open a pattern on your face?"

"Oh, I can't do it." Mr. Shuijing immediately "discolored" and stroked his cheeks: "My fair skin is hard to come by. I use Lan'er's 'hundred flower dew'. You can't spoil it."

The teenager didn't say anything, but just picked his head.

Mr. Water Mirror immediately sighed, shook the hem of his tattered robe, turned his back, and said in infinite pain, "Come on..."

The teenager immediately kicked Mr. Water Mirror's buttocks.

The latter screamed and flew out like an arrow.

"Oops." Mr. Water Mirror fell to the ground and leaned back.

Before him, two guards of the white snake clan looked at him with long knives on their faces in surprise.

"Hi, good evening." Mr. Shuijing rubbed his buttocks and staggered up with a warm smile.

The two white snake guards were furious and were about to take action when they suddenly had a pain in the back of their neck and fell to the ground.

Wu Pengwei stood like a phantom in the place where the white snake guard fell to the ground, looking as quiet as water.

"Oh, Wei Shaoxia, it really hurts me to fall. Don't let me be a bait next time, okay? I've fallen seventeen or eight times all the way. Please, I'm a middle-aged man. After this year, I'm old enough to know my destiny. If you let me fall like this, it's easy to lose my body, and I always fall on all fours. It's so cold here. It's easy to get arthritis.

Mr. Shuijing had a bitter face, talking endlessly, and the bitter water overflowed.

For this reason, Wu Pengwei just glanced at him and said lightly, "Shut up!"

The latter immediately closed his mouth knowingly.

"Get out of the Water Palace first, and then calculate."

Wu Pengwei pulled a few bags of fresh water from the white snake guard, hung them around his waist, held Mr. Shuijing's arm in one hand, and flew away from the Water Emperor Hall.

There are many controlable bull-headed sea beasts on the island outside the hall. These are the cars used by the white snake guards. In the battle with Longbatian, although Wu Pengwei's deformation elixir effect was broken, he has been in the "Endless Sea" for some time. He has a lot of experience in driving sea beasts, and there is no trouble, so he subdued it. Two sea beasts.

It's bitter for Mr. Shuijing. The back of the sea beast is as cold as iron. He is so cold that he is numb. The wind and waves on the sea are big and bumpy. After a while, it makes him cry bitter.

"Oh, oh, I can't stand it anymore, Wei Shaoxia, think of a way to send it quickly."

Mr. Shuijing shouted strangely, but Wu Pengwei didn't bother to pay attention to him.

This famous metaphysical master of the world actually fooled him several times for a long time, without a word of nutritious words. If it hadn't been for Wu Pengwei's last cold face and fists and feet, I'm afraid that this wordy middle-aged man would have been fooled constantly.

"You took me to the location of the 'Water Emperor's Secret Collection', and I will naturally let you go." Wu Pengwei sorted out his thoughts and said lightly.

"You really want to go..." Mr. Shuijing's face immediately changed. "That place is not fun. It is said that there are close to the holy sea beast guard. Moreover, you only have a 'blue water dragon blade' now. The key is not enough. Obviously, you can't open it? I advise you to go back to the world. Let's save you and your mother for a long time. I'm here, there's no problem..."

Mr. Shuijing patted his chest and talked. Suddenly, he saw Wu Pengwei looking at him coldly and closed his mouth again.

Wu Peng smiled indifferently and said softly, "If you say something that has anything to do with the 'Secret Collection of the Water Emperor', I will throw you into the sea to feed the fish. Now, lead the way. If you can't find the way, just wait to freeze to death in the water."

Mr. Shuijing shivered and put his hands on his chest. Thinking of the bleakness after the endless sea at night, he immediately refreshed and recalled the map of the "endless sea".

Wu Pengwei looked on coldly, but he was also very impressed in his heart.

Although this middle-aged man is a magic stick and is always full of nonsense, he is an erudite person. He has learned a wide range of things, and he is far less than himself. Even he is familiar with the terrain in the vast seas such as the "Endless Sea". At first, in the water palace, if it weren't for him to guide the path, the two of them are afraid that they are still in the palace at this moment. I turned around and couldn't find my way.

He also asked curiously, in exchange for the magic stick with an arrogant smile, pointing to his head and saying, "The structure of the Heavenly Palace is all in his mind", and his words were quite good.

After thinking for a moment, "Mr. Water Mirror" opened his eyes and pointed the way.

The two of them were very cautious. When they marched in the sea, they always put their bodies against the sea beasts. Mr. Water Mirror took out a towel from his arms like a trick. After unfolding, it was actually several meters in size, covering the two people, like a huge dead leaf, completely covering the trail, as if it were in the sea. Bumen rotten bark.

Hiding in the square scarf, Mr. Shuijing is still tiding.

"Alas, you really shouldn't go through this muddy water. Do you know that the whereabouts of the previous generation of Water Emperor, who is also the patriarch of the 'Black Water' clan, are unknown. The 'Water Emperor's Secret Collection' is about to open. It is the fiercest time of the infighting between the three dragon clans. You come to sightseeing at this time. It's really It's not the right time."

"The whereabouts of the previous generation of Water Emperor are unknown? What do you mean?" Wu Pengwei automatically filters to the point where there is no nutrition and goes straight to the center of the problem.

"Oh, keep your voice down, a lot of secrets. Let me tell you, you have to keep your mouth shut. The last generation of Water Emperor was actually killed by Longbatian. Just for this, they invited me here, because only I can infer who the murderer is, and the evidence is in hand." Mr. Shuijing deliberately whispered, but his face was quite pale. He kept touching the two mustaches and looked sideways at Wu Pengwei, as if waiting for the other party to ask urgently.

Wu Pengwei sighed secretly, raised his hand and gave him a shiver, crisp and powerful.

"Why did you hit me again?" The old god stick looked angry and wanted to jump up and try his best.

"You talk too much. I'm not so curious."

Wu Pengwei held Mr. Water Mirror, jumped in the air and fell lightly on an isolated island.

In the distance, the blue-gray light in the clouds is gradually dissipating, and the boundless night comes to the "Endless Sea" again

(A friend in the book review area said that I like Kyushu. Thank you, but it's true. Unfortunately, my writing ability is limited, and I can't write such a magnificent masterpiece as Kyushu, but my efforts will continue, and the reader's happiness is my greatest comfort)