Chapter 414 Under the Legend
When it comes to cultivating immortals, one must have good luck, the other is luck, and the third is hard work. For example, all cultivators have good luck. Don’t you see that even the poor new emperor of Dongdu is just a mortal?
The second thing is luck. This thing cannot be seen or touched, but it is everywhere. Some people suffer all their lives without coming across a single good thing, while for some people a bottle they pick up is a treasure, and a fire stick can be used as a weapon. There is nothing you can do about it, it's luck.
Everyone can work hard, so Zhao Yushu won't compete with everyone.
We just rely on luck.
In a thick fog, ordinary people naturally cannot see anything. If fishermen or boatmen encounter such a fog, they will definitely not dare to go in to take a look. In the swamp, if they lose their way, they may really be trapped to death.
And there are creatures in the water that are far beyond our cognition.
At least from the news Zhao Yushu had heard in his previous life, freshwater fish of three or four meters in length were not common.
The fog was very thick, and even with his eyes open he couldn't see clearly. The reason why Hei Lu said there was something was because he had developed the alertness he needed while living in the mountains and forests, and he used his spiritual sense to sense his surroundings almost all the time. As a result, his spiritual sense was blocked by the thick fog.
Zhao Yushu had experienced this situation when fighting against Lord Zhou.
"Lan Ling, blow away the fog, let's see what good stuff we have."
A strong wind suddenly arose, blowing a passage through the endless thick fog. As the fog gradually thinned, an island appeared in sight.
"You guys stay on the boat first. I'll go up and take a look. Black Deer, take good care of Adong. If anything goes wrong, you guys go first."
Lan Ling nodded and did not force him to go with her. Zhao Yushu was the strongest now. If there was something on the island that he was no match for, it would be a waste for the rest of them to go. It would be better for him to leave early so that he would have nothing to worry about and perhaps escape better.
Zhao Yushu stopped the boat several dozen feet away from the island, took a deep breath, leaped forward, and used the Thunder Step and Floating Light Shadow techniques at the same time, and he crashed into the island like a meteor.
The cold iron sword was drawn out immediately, and the left-handed Assassin was also ready to go. In the unclear situation, the ability to escape is more important than lethality.
This island is very strange. Even without fog, spiritual consciousness cannot spread out, and we can only see it with the naked eye.
Zhao Yushu walked carefully for a while and found a road that was covered with weeds and its original appearance was almost unrecognizable.
There were people here before.
This is probably the place where the Zhou sisters got their opportunity, or even where they grew up.
Zhao Yushu walked along the path. The island was small, so he walked quickly. Less than an incense stick later, he stopped in front of a small courtyard.
The courtyard is dilapidated and seems to have been uninhabited for many years. Most of the fence has rotted away, and the remaining part is covered with vines, and its original appearance is no longer recognizable.
There should have been a vegetable garden in the yard, but now it is full of weeds.
In his previous life, Zhao Yushu had seen a science fiction clip similar to a deduction. If there were no human activities, it would only take a few decades for a city to turn into a forest.
With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open, and Zhao Yushu saw a statue and a spirit tablet enshrined in the main hall.
The incense burner has long been cold; no one has burned incense for a long time.
Zhao Yushu wiped the spirit tablet with his sleeve and sighed.
"The tablet of the late Empress Dowager Zhou, whose maiden name was Ruoxian."
This should be the mother of the Zhou sisters.
There is no tablet for my father. I don’t know whether he is still alive or I have never seen him.
Aren’t you going to come and pay homage to your own mother?
Zhao Yushu found a few dusty short incense sticks from the side, lit them with his spiritual power, bowed three times, and then inserted them into the incense burner.
"Your daughters were deceived by evil people. Well, let's just say they were deceived. They did some bad things. I'm afraid they won't be able to visit you in the future. I don't know if you are from the underworld, but the dead are the greatest. As a junior, I have to burn some incense for you."
After doing all this, Zhao Yushu looked at the statue next to the tablet. Logically, this should be the location for his father's spirit tablet. Even if he wanted to worship the gods, it should not be placed here, unless...
Unless they recognize this statue as their father.
The statue is very strange. From the head it looks like a ferocious dragon, but the body is not a dragon, but a fish.
This strange shape reminded Zhao Yushu of a dragon son in his previous life, and also reminded him of the dragon with a dragon head and a human body in Emperor Taizong’s tomb.
This appears to be an ordinary wood carving, nothing special about it.
Zhao Yushu walked around the house again. It had two simple bedrooms and not many pieces of furniture. It was a very ordinary home.
There doesn't seem to be any chance.
Old Zhao spread his hands helplessly, thinking that his luck was still not good enough.
After confirming that there was no danger on the island, Zhao Yushu returned to the shore and asked everyone to come up and take a look. Perhaps because there were more people and the eyesight was better, Heilu quickly discovered Zhou Ruoxian's tomb.
"With this name, her parents must really hope that she can become an immortal."
Lan Ling cleared the weeds around the grave and felt a little emotional.
"Uh, Sister Lan, actually, she is an immortal."
A-Dong looked at the name, frowned, and spoke weakly.
"what?"
"We, the locals, all know Yunmeng Fairy, Zhou Ruoxian."
The three outsiders looked at each other in bewilderment: "Immortal?"
Among the local legends of Yuezhou, the most famous one is the monster of Yunmeng Lake.
Just like those strange stories in history, this monster stirred up trouble and often launched floods that flooded the city, making life miserable for the people of Yuezhou.
Countless cultivators entered the swamp to slay monsters, but never returned.
However, the big monster also has demands. Every year, Yuezhou has to offer ten pairs of boys and girls as sacrifices. Of course, the sacrifices will not bless good weather and good harvests, but they will just stop making trouble. Otherwise, it will not be a big monster, but a water god.
More than thirty years ago, on another day of offering sacrifices, a great monk stepped forward, stood in front of the boys and girls, and fought fiercely with the big monster for a whole day. The waves were surging and the fog was rolling.
When the waves subsided and the fog dissipated, half of the lake turned blood red.
Twenty children stood on the shore at a loss, but the big demon and the monk were nowhere to be seen.
Yunmeng Fairy Zhou Ruoxian became famous in one battle, but also died in one battle.
From then on, more monks entered Yunmengze, trying to find this hero, but found nothing.
The Zhou sisters walked out of Yunmeng Lake, claiming that they admired the fairy's righteous deeds and came to Yuezhou to help. Although they all had the surname Zhou, they did not admit that they were related to Fairy Yunmeng, and their martial arts were different, so naturally no one linked them together.
You know, fog is a trick used by big demons.
Zhao Yushu smacked his lips. Why was this plot so cliché?
Please don't give me a love story between a human and a demon.
"Come on, there's no chance, let's go back."
Zhao Yushu called out and everyone started their return journey.
As soon as he stepped onto the boat, Black Deer pointed to the distance and said, "The fog is getting thicker!"
Zhao Yushu looked back and saw that the fog was not getting thicker, but was rolling in from far away like waves.
"go!"
The wind blew hard, the boat's sails were fully raised, and a roar came from behind.
Zhao Yushu stood at the stern and drew out the cold iron sword. A huge dragon head slowly emerged in the mist.