"Oh, so you're going to mess with me?" Zhao Rong curled the corner of his mouth.

The sword spirit felt a little embarrassed. It stopped playing with the small gourd and nodded at him, saying, "To be honest, this evil dragon is not that serious."

Zhao Rong glanced at it.

Gui coughed and explained:

"The human heart is full of evil spirits. It is actually a normal phenomenon that these evil creatures are born in the abyss of the heart. They are not real objects. In this respect, the peerless emperor is no different from ordinary mortals. In fact, the evil creatures in the latter's heart abyss may be worse than those of the former."

“It’s just that for ordinary mortals, it’s hard for them to see and perceive it. But for us monks who practice mountaineering, as we further cultivate our minds, the influence of even a speck of dust in our hearts will be infinitely magnified until it becomes a demon in our hearts that hinders our practice of the Great Dao…”

It sighed, "Actually, these evil dragons are not man-eating creatures. What are you afraid of? They have even told us what to do after their death."

The young scholar ignored him, nodded slightly, and continued to point to the pool of evil dragons downstairs:

"Oh, then tell me in detail, to what extent this evil dragon in the heart abyss is an obstacle."

The sword spirit thought for a moment and said honestly, "That is to say, it will be difficult for the cultivators in some immortal sects of similar size to break through the mirror in the future. Especially for those who have to cultivate their minds, they will probably be abandoned by their own sects..."

"I see. Why didn't you tell me earlier? I feel relieved now." Zhao Rong sighed, looked at his heart lake which had more than eighty-one evil dragons, and nodded with a smile...

Next second.

The young scholar said nothing, swung his sleeves, turned around and left.

I don't want to stay here anymore.

Return: “…”

At this moment on the high floor.

The sword spirit in purple subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab the young scholar, but his hand was halfway extended when it stopped in the air and retracted.

"Hey, why are you running?"

The slender figure looked at someone, with his hands on his sleeves, and shouted silently.

Without even turning his head, the young scholar said, "Stop playing. What's the point of practicing?"

"Heh, other people's sword masters are getting stronger and stronger, and their talents are becoming more and more amazing. When teachers and seniors take a look at their heart lakes, they must be shocked and gasp, just like the heart lake of Qingjun Lotus Pond, it is an auspicious sign. And I..."

He sneered.

"Damn it, I'm getting more unlucky. I got a cheap sword spirit like you. My cultivation has just improved a little, and you created this pool of evil dragons for me. You even acted like no one else could do it, and asked me to take credit for it... What are you doing here?"

"Go back, I'm telling you, these days are over, whoever wants to can go."

“…”

Zhao Rong flicked his sleeves.

However, just as he strode down a few steps, a voice came from behind him.

"Hey, Zhao Rong, who told you that this evil dragon in the heart abyss would definitely be bad for you?"

Zhao Rong nodded expressionlessly:

"Oh, I see. I have to go through so much hardship and struggle to defeat them, and then my state of mind will be elevated to a higher level, right? Anyone who can't defeat me can make me stronger, just like gaining experience...

"My goodness, these 9981 evil dragons, I will probably become a saint on the spot after I finish killing them all. Hmm, good idea, I really wronged you."

Hearing Zhao Rong's unpleasant words, the purple-clothed sword spirit laughed.

At this moment, it was holding the railing, fiddling with the purple gas gourd with its fingers, squinting at the outstanding work it had worked so hard to accomplish below, and chuckled:

"Well, the idea is good, but it's a bit old-fashioned. Haha, can't we be a little more friendly? It's not good to fight and kill all day long. Can't we make friends with the little guys down there? Asking them to lend some strength to us is not too much, right?"

The young scholar paused slightly.

"Zhao Rong, jump down and say hello to them."

Return leisurely.

Zhao Rong was silent for a moment, twitched the corner of his mouth, turned around, and returned to the top floor without hesitation, walking directly past the shoulder of the chuckling purple-clothed sword spirit.

He laughed too.

"Oh, in my heart, can I still be frightened by my own sword spirit and these beasts?"

Lakeside, top floor of a high-rise building.

A Confucian scholar jumped down and fell into the abyss.

Next second.

He turned into a pure blue glass color.

…

"Oh, are you mad at me?"

In a tall building somewhere by the lake, a man in purple clothes, with his hands behind his back, was playing with a small purple gourd while gazing at the pure green glazed color in the pool. At this time, he uttered a light sigh.

You can't tell whether he's happy or angry, but there's a hint of indifference and playfulness in his expression.

The rooftop was quiet for a moment.

"...This is just the beginning. From now on... won't you break off your friendship with me?"

The sword spirit murmured softly and shook his head.

The next moment, this extremely tall, slender figure in purple jumped up, stood on tiptoe on the railing, looked down at the pure green glazed color that Zhao Rong had turned into below, and smiled.

It lightly raised its slender fingers, opened the small purple gourd in its hand, and shook it downwards.

Thin and misty white gas, like flowing water, flowed out from the gourd's mouth, drawing a straight white line in the air and going straight into the calm pool below.

In an instant.

The abyss is filled with violent and vicious dragons, and the water in the lake is boiling.

On the rooftop, there is a sword spirit laughing.

"The dragon carp enters the pond, when will it return?"

…

Zhao Rong felt very strange at this moment.

His fall into the water did not cause a splash.

This certainly doesn't mean that he has superb diving skills or that he can make the splash disappear.

Instead, the moment his body touched the water, he felt a sense of lightness and it seemed that some strange changes had taken place in his body.

But before he had time to observe, he was completely submerged in the water in an instant.

It was like a piece of gauze falling into the water and then melting quickly like candy.

But after entering the water, Zhao Rong realized something was wrong.

He seemed to have turned into a liquid-gas-like substance, melting into the water, as light as a feather, without a fixed shape, and the color was...

The unforgettable color I saw in a drop of water in the lake of my heart that day.

Dark blue glazed color.

At this moment, Zhao Rong was like a drop of red ink falling into water, only the color was different.

His color is so dazzling.

As if a blessing had come to his mind, Zhao Rong suddenly felt that in the bottomless abyss below, there were a pair of blood-red eyes as big as wells, secretly sizing him up.

It was like a hungry tiger in the primitive forest hiding in the grass, secretly spying on the deer drinking water by the water.

Ready to make a move, waiting for an opportunity to attack...

But soon, Zhao Rong discovered that they could not do anything to him.

The ninety-nine and eighty-one evil dragons hiding in the abyss seemed to have their range of movement restricted by some force. They could only wander and roar in the dark bottom of the abyss where the sunlight could not reach, and they were unable to get close to the clear lake surface above.

From time to time, they raised their heads in the dark abyss, trying to float up, but were pressed down by the strange water waves above.

So he could only stretch out his claws in anger from time to time to grab things above.

Unfortunately, these are all in vain.

The mere appearance of this evil dragon in the hearts of other talented cultivators would make their hearts tremble with fear and their paths would be cut off by half.

However, at this moment, in the heart lake of this wonderful art, the ninety-nine eighty-one evil dragons seemed to be suppressed, and there was a clear boundary between them and the clear lake water above.

This cordon is about thirty feet below the surface of Pinghu Lake.

It seemed to be exactly the limit of how far the sunlight on the lake could reach.

It is the boundary between light and darkness, turbidity and clarity.

The evil dragons cannot cross it.

Being pressed hard.

This should be one of the reasons why Zhao Rong discovered this wonder of lake water:

The bottom of the lake was filled with ferocious dragons, but the surface was as calm as a mirror without any ripples.

At this time, before Zhao Rong could breathe a sigh of relief, he continued to observe curiously.

Sudden.

Something seemed to have fallen into the water above him.

In an instant, the lake water boiled!

Like a pot of boiling oil and water.

roar--!

Hiss——!

The eighty-one vicious dragons in the abyss tumbled violently, attacking the vaguely drawn warning line!

Head raised, claws waved, tail flicked...

The white thing that just fell into the lake seemed to have an incredible attraction to them.

Zhao Rong witnessed the greedy and terrifying faces below.

Soon, the white thing sank into the lake, passed through the boundary between light and darkness, and fell into the abyss...

Zhao Rong heard the roar getting louder.

The evil dragons in the abyss swarmed up and dived madly to fight for the white thing that had entered the abyss.

Just like two hungry jackals that have been hungry for three days, fighting for a bite of the most delicious flesh and blood.

then.

There was only fighting.

It is dark in the depths of the abyss.

One could only vaguely see some parts of the evil dragon exposed near the cordon when it was tumbling.

Then... some bright red blood rose in the darkness.

Blurred bits and pieces of broken flesh occasionally floated up.

Accompanied by a terrifying roar...

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned.

Well, according to the normal script, shouldn't these evil dragons rush over to beat him up? Why did they start fighting among themselves? Also, what were those white things just now... Why do I feel a familiar aura...

At this moment, the roar below gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, on the blurred bloody wounds on the dragons, in the broken flesh floating in the water... something was brewing...

soon.

A strange wave rose slowly from the dark abyss below and came to the surface of the water. Before Zhao Rong could react, it touched him who was in a melting state.

Then.

Zhao Rong's melted and shapeless soul condensed.

Under this strange power coming from the abyss.

Shaped like...

Dragon carp.

A pure green glazed dragon carp appeared near the lake.

Zhao Rong felt a suffocating feeling as if his throat was being strangled at first, but then someone suddenly let go of his hand and handed him a sufficient oxygen mask. He breathed in relief with great relief!

Extremely comfortable.

Then when he realized it, he had become a dragon carp, or in other words, he had the vision of a dragon carp.

Zhao Rong looked curiously towards the abyss below.

After fighting for something, the evil dragons returned to the cordon with blood on their bodies, looking at us with their bloodshot eyes...

This time.

Their eyes suddenly became hot as they looked up at the pure green glazed dragon carp above them.

In addition to these changes, what Zhao Rong did not notice was that after this small storm, the clear surface of the lake seemed to...

It became a little more turbid and a little darker.

But the changes are very small.

The cordon of light and darkness, clarity and turbidity that suppressed the evil dragon lurking in the abyss was still clearly defined.

Just as Zhao Rong was lost in thought, feeling the shock of his strange body.

"Hey, are you still daydreaming? What did I tell you? Don't try to indulge in understanding all the scenes in this lake of your heart. Oh, don't get lost in it. You can never come back..."

Someone suddenly shouted in his ear.

Zhao Rong suddenly came back to his senses.

Suddenly, in his field of vision, it was as if his soul was pulled out of this pure blue glass.

Zhao Rong fell upside down into the abyss served by the evil dragon below.

His posture is like that of a helpless person falling off a cliff.

Opened my mouth, but no sound came out...

…

It's late at night.

The wasteland at the foot of Jiyue Mountain.

Somewhere in a spacious tent, it was pitch black.

A pair of eyes suddenly lit up on the dark figure sitting in front of an extinguished candle.

Staring hugely...

“Ah…Hoohoo!”

Zhao Rong opened his eyes suddenly, pressed his chest with one hand, supported himself on the ground with the other, and gasped violently.

After a while, the suffocating and claustrophobic feeling of falling into the abyss gradually faded away.

"Damn it, I was almost eaten by those beasts..."

Even the young Confucian scholar who always adhered to the principles of gentleness and elegance could not help but curse.

The main reason was that the "dream" just now was too real, even though he kept reminding himself that it was just a dream, and in his own consciousness, he was the boss.

However, my subconscious mind was still immersed in it...

Zhao Rong took a breath and looked around the dark tent. It was quiet and silent.

And his body was already soaked in cold sweat.