Zhao Rong walked all the way to the top of Jiyue Mountain.

We arrived at the Moon Lake on the top of the mountain.

At this time, it was very late at night.

People who left the earth during the day flocked in, and the pilgrimage-like noise had dissipated.

The top of the mountain at this time.

A newly built Moon Lake.

A lonely thunderwood.

With a pool of blue water.

The lakeside is covered with Jiutian Hangong flowers, which look like miniature full moons, some as small as stars, dotted beside the Moon Lake.

The atmosphere is as quiet as water, with only the whistling mountain wind.

Zhao Rong squatted in front of the Moon Lake, staring down at the lake.

At this time, there was a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

There is also a moon in the water on the Moon Lake.

Very appropriate.

Because Zhao Rong knew that the Tingni Purple Gold Furnace was quietly lying in the mud at the bottom of the lake, and there was a moon rippling gently in the furnace.

And under this Moon Lake are the remains of Wangque City.

Zhao Rong suddenly had a strange idea.

At this time, the transparent woman whose obsession had traveled through the ages was no longer flying over the ruins of Wangque City. She had also come to the dome of the ruins, waiting for him to go into the water.

A trance-like feeling of time and space interweaving.

Zhao Rong shook his head to dispel these distracting thoughts.

The Frost Sky Dawn Horn worn by the transparent woman was still in Zhao Rong's Sumeru object. She did not teleport away from the ruins of Wangque City with him, but left behind the Frost Sky Dawn Horn.

Zhao Rong knew that this was the last gift she gave him.

He squatted by the moon pool in silence for a while.

In fact, he still had a doubt at this time.

Is this transparent woman who regards him as her brother related to the "moon" in the Tingni Purple Gold Furnace?

Why did she point it out to him alone before leaving? Is it related to her appearance?

In other words, she might be a princess of the Li tribe in the mythological era. That would explain why she was accidentally awakened by the Li Ji sword pill in the furnace, but how did this princess come into contact with him?

The two of them were clearly separated by countless eras. He was not Li Ren, and did not have Li Ren's bloodline. The memories of his previous life that Su Xing had awakened were not the memories of Li Ren from the ancient mythological era.

Was it because of his new appearance? It was indeed a gift from Luoxiu Pure White Palace, so he looked like someone she knew who was like a brother?

Oh, and the strange attraction he felt when he stared into the abyss of sin...

Zhao Rong was full of doubts.

He felt that he should visit the ruins of Wangque City again if he had the chance.

Of course, not now.

Instead, I will wait until I become stronger and then make plans...

Right now, he wants to pick the moon.

Read it.

The man by the water took off his outer coat, took off the jade pendant, sachet and other items and put them away. To be on the safe side, he only carried a sword bag and a water-repellent talisman that he had prepared long ago.

He leaned forward and dove in.

The figure disappeared on the shore.

The next moment, there seemed to be a flash of lightning under the dark blue water.

Then,

A gray object the size of a fist rose into the sky, broke through the water, and landed on the grass beside the Moon Lake with entangled electric light.

Then, a dishevelled figure quickly emerged from the water, climbed up to the shore with his body twitching from the electric shock, and fell on his back among the flowers of the Jiutian Hangong Palace, gasping for breath.

"Damn it, why does this water feel like it has thorns? It's pricking me..."

He lay on the ground, with lightning flashing all over his body, his limbs twitching slightly, and he felt like cursing.

Gui thought about it and analyzed calmly:

"It's thunder from the sky. This pool of water contains thunder and lightning accumulated in the past. Thunder often visits the top of the Moon Festival Mountain. Most of the thunder absorbed by the Thunder Osmanthus in the distance was directed into this lake. Even if the thunder has weakened, over time, the thunder contained in this Moon Lake is countless. It is like a terrifying thunder pool."

"Then why didn't you remind me earlier?"

"Let you try, what if your physique as an alien warrior can hold up?" Gui said casually: "Besides, didn't you know something before? Well, you are the same as me, right? I didn't expect the power of this 'Thunder Pool' to be so strong..."

"..." Zhao Rong was speechless.

Gui curled his lips and said, "Besides, you are courting death. You even dared to bring the sword bag down with you. This sword bag is made of fallen wood, which is a natural wood attribute and attracts thunder. Once you get into the water, you will be like a child carrying gold through the market, courting death."

Zhao Rong gasped and looked up at the sky, ignoring the sword spirit who kept talking nonsense.

At this time, the stiffness and numbness in his body eased a little, and he tilted his head to look.

The sword bag was lying limply on the grass beside it.

It was also soaked and wilted at this time, not much better than Zhao Rong.

The lightning of the Nine-Layer Heaven Thunder lingered in the bag for a long time.

The bag spirit was also scared at this time, and did not dare to let the gray smoke come out of the bag to check the condition of its owner.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes and sensed, calming the bag spirit's emotions.

This matter was indeed something he had not considered carefully.

Fortunately, the Falling Sword Bag did not suffer any fundamental damage. After all, when refining it, the North Sea Immortal had already taken into account the restraint of heavenly thunder and set up a corresponding defensive array...

However, this time Zhao Rong discovered a weakness of the Falling Sword Bag. Although the gray fog is extremely effective against sword cultivators, it is afraid of extremely masculine and powerful things like heavenly thunder.

"I was wondering how Tingni's purple gold furnace could easily refine the elixir this time. Turns out there's a bigger trap underneath..." Zhao Rong muttered speechlessly.

Gui's voice came again:

"Zhao Rong, do you have any ideas?"

Zhao Rong didn't say anything. After he was able to move a little, he stood up silently.

He took a deep breath.

Jump directly into the lake.

Dive as hard as you can.

Taking advantage of the fact that his body had just been possessed by thunder and had some immunity and numbness.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, trying his best to move deeper into the lake.

Then,

The thunder came again.

Looking down from the top of the lake, a curtain of thunder suddenly appeared under the water... It was composed of nine thunders from all directions, which were curved and intertwined and finally gathered on the human-shaped black shadow... Zhao Rong twitched all over, and was finally blown out of the water by the thunder and fell on the grass.

The man convulsed wildly for a while among the flowers of Jiutian Hangong by the lake.

Even the underwater force splashing off his body had lightning flowing through it.

He used the last bit of his strength to support himself with his hands and turned over.

He looked up at the sky with lifeless eyes.

daze.

Gui Wu Yu said, "Forget it, don't go down. Your current physical condition can't sustain it. You've only dived less than a quarter of the way down. I guess even the physical condition of an entry-level warrior can't withstand it..."

Zhao Rong's eyes regained some vitality and he looked silently at the starry sky above his head.

He told Qingjun that he would pick a bright moon for her.

He also told Xiaoxiao that he would exchange her for a bright moon.

Zhao Rong recovered silently for a while, then he moved his hands that were spread out in the grass and mud. He was able to clench his fists slowly, and his body seemed to have some strength back.

Zhao Rong stood up and paused.

He wiped his face, took off his wet undershirt, bared his chest, took three deep breaths in succession, and tried to jump twice on the spot, trying to stretch his numb muscles.

It couldn't help but say: "No, don't seek death..."

Before the sword spirit could finish his words, the man disappeared by the lake again.

Into the lake.

After ten breaths.

There was a sudden flash of lightning in the peaceful Moon Lake.

Lightning intertwined beneath the water, as if a curtain of light was spread out.

A man was blasted out of the Moon Pond by thunder, thrown dozens of meters high, and then fell freely in a parabola, landing heavily on the grass. Water droplets mixed with lightning flew everywhere, like silver scales splashed by a carp falling from a high altitude.

The carp fell straight down on the shore, its body no longer twitching, but a little charred. Fortunately, only some of the muscles with perfect curvature were burned by the electricity...

He didn't move.

There was no need to turn over this time. I just fell on my back, looking up at the sky with my hands spread out.

The air beside the Moon Lake became quiet again.

Return to silence.

The fallen sword bag not far away had recovered a lot. Small tentacles formed by gray smoke stretched out from the mouth of the bag, carefully came to Zhao Rong's side, and stroked the back of his hand worriedly.

But soon, the gray tentacles retracted into the bag because they found that their master was still alive and received his weak command.

The sword spirit said softly, "The deeper you go into this thunder pond, the more terrifying the thunder it contains. When you reach the bottom of the lake, it is estimated that the power will reach the intensity of the thunder that a Jindan cultivator will experience in his tribulation. With your current physical condition, if you go any deeper, you will just be courting death. You won't be able to hold on... How about calling for help..."

"Shut up."

He cursed with little energy and even coughed while taking a few breaths.

Gui smiled but was not angry, because he knew that he was too strong-willed to ask others for help or pick the moon for him.

After an unknown amount of time, his drained body recovered a little. This time he did not get up again.

The man stared blankly at the stars.

The mountain breeze blows gently.

The flowers in the Jiutian Han Palace sway and bloom, emitting a clear light.

He felt cool and numb all over.

He raised his hand and rubbed his face.

Then,

Suddenly laughed.

Question: "Gui, am I useless?"

"Hmm." The sword spirit held back his venomous tongue and just snorted.

"You said you wanted to make the family whole, but you couldn't even catch a moon. You've been struggling in Dali for so long and experienced so many things, but it's still in vain. You failed at the last step... Am I useless?"

"It's not your fault. Even someone at the Jindan realm would find this thunder pool difficult to deal with. You are only in the late Fuyao realm, which is beyond your ability... Zhao Rong, let's take the long-term view. We have managed to hold on for such a long time, so we can afford to wait a little longer." The sword spirit advised.

It felt that it was time to say something fair.

"No, just answer my question. Am I useless?"

Gui thought about it and gave a warning: "Well, you asked me to say this..."

Zhao Rong nodded.

"Isn't that nonsense? You are definitely useless." It immediately complained and rolled its eyes.

Zhao Rong was quiet for a while.

Then,

Suddenly he laughed even louder.

It was not the frustrated silence or angry retort that the sword spirit had expected.

He lay on the grass, looking at the bright moon above his head which was like the moon in the water and he couldn't catch it, and laughed out loud.

On the top of the mountain where the evening wind is howling.

"What are you laughing at?" Gui asked curiously.

"Laughing at myself."

"Actually, you don't have to blame yourself so much. What if..." It thought for a moment, curled its lips, and still comforted him: "What if Concubine Zhao Ling doesn't actually want this bright moon."

"Well, all of this is actually what you think she likes. You think she will like it, but, well, I think that according to her personality, she might be happier to see you come back than to see Li Ji Jian Wan. As for Su Xiaoxiao, who you want to replace, maybe she is not in a hurry. She has been waiting for so long. This stupid fox demon may only care about your efforts. It doesn't matter to her whether it's early or late... You are just a male chauvinist. You never discuss things with them and make decisions on your own. No matter how many times I have said it, you are still like this. It's useless for you to cultivate yourself on this point. Well, you still care about your face and don't admit your defeat..."

"Go back." Zhao Rong suddenly shouted.

"What's wrong? Are you going to argue again?"

"No, you're absolutely right." He smiled and turned his head away.

At this moment, he was lying on his back on the ground, tilting his head to look at the two Nine Heavens Cold Palace flowers that were close to his head.

Gui was stunned when he heard this.

A guy who was stubborn and refused to be taught actually gave in.

What a strange thing.

Zhao Rong looked carefully at the two Jiutian Hangong flowers in front of him for a long time and thought that they were very beautiful swaying in the evening breeze, really very beautiful.

"That's why... I'm laughing, at myself." He nodded and smiled.

The sword spirit was speechless for a moment, then blinked, suppressed his laughter and looked away, "Well, it's good that you know."

This time it didn't take the opportunity to laugh at him after he admitted it.

Zhao Rong's eyes did not move at this moment, as if he had discovered something very beautiful in his field of vision.

He stared at the two swaying Jiutian Hangong flowers on the side of his head.

At this moment, his head was just below the two flowers, and he was lying on his back, looking from the bottom up.

Then the following scene appeared in his eyes: the petals of the two Jiutian Hangong flowers were shining brightly, with the night sky as the curtain. They were embedded in the night sky above his head, like two bright moons hanging high in the sky, occupying all his vision and even blocking the real bright moon in the night sky.

Two 'moons' compete for glory.

Just like the strange phenomenon of "half-moon" in Fengshan Hall yesterday.

However, there are differences.

Because... at this moment, the two 'bright moons' are very close.

He can pick it.

Within reach...

At this time.

"So, what are you going to do now? Lie here? Or go back to the tent and rest?" asked the sword spirit.

"Return."

"Hmm?" it asked curiously.

"Are you hungry?" he asked suddenly.

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It felt like someone was making fun of it and was about to get angry and go back at Yin Yang, but he spoke again.

"I'm hungry."

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "I'm starving."

As he said this, he covered his stomach with both hands.

Gui was stunned and asked, "Uh, so what?"

"So, go home. If you're hungry, go home and eat! Also... who said I didn't pick the moon? There are two moons."

The tone is proud.

On the top of the Moon Festival Mountain, a man was lying on the grass with his head tilted to his side. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, plucked two 'moon flowers' in front of him with a smile, and stood up.

With his bare chest, he picked up the gray pipe, grabbed his robe, and strode down the mountain.

On the mountain road, a man was running and jumping, putting on his clothes and tying his sweetheart's jade pendant and sachet. Without looking back, he ran towards home.

Holding two 'moons' in his hands.

Just like... a naughty kid who plays outside and gets hungry and happily runs back to eat.

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