"Are you talking to me?"

Yingzi had no idea who the immortal the short, fat old man was talking about, and there was no one else around.

The two long beards on his mouth were trembling wildly, and the short, fat old man bowed his hands again.

"The little god is really not a ghost, but the god of the lake. You are Feng Ying of the Feng family in the small fishing village of Beishan. The immortal skills you have cultivated are magnificent and your righteousness is unfathomable. You are worthy of being called an immortal."

"Wait a moment..."

Feng Ying scratched his head and looked confused.

What is the magic of immortality? When have you ever practiced immortality? Immortals can control the wind and rain and eat whatever they want. They live a better life than the patriarch’s family in the town. They can turn stones into gold and have endless money to spend. They can also step on their feet.

Baiyun Feitian, what kind of magic is it if your family is so poor?

The hatchet pointed at the short, fat old man, and the wild girl was furious.

"Come here! Don't try to lie to me with your nonsense! Come here quickly and let me chop you!"

The short, fat old man was speechless after being scolded, so he quickly took a step back.

I lamented that my temper was too bad. I explained for a long time without listening to a word of it. I was either throwing bamboo spears or slashing people with knives. People who practice orthodox immortal magic are too bad-tempered.

"Xia Xia, Xia Xia, please calm down and listen to my explanation, okay? The little god is here to ask for help from you..."

It's very pitiful to be so groveling.

Seeing that the other party was so polite, Feng Ying felt embarrassed to continue acting arrogantly.

The short, fat old man didn't want to waste time, so he described it as fast as he could, for fear that the girl would go crazy with the knife again.

"Those strangers in the village want to destroy the earth's veins. We must not let them succeed. The Beishan Dragon Vein involves the welfare of three towns and lakes. Once the Beishan Dragon Vein is nailed..."

Feng Ying didn't hear clearly what the short, fat old man said behind him.

I wanted to ask but I saw the short, fat old man retreating quickly. The surrounding scenery was also changing, and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

His whole body was shaken and he raised his head.

There are a few half-length pieces of wood left in the campfire in front of me. The charcoal fire is red, and the flames are flickering and may be extinguished at any time. The leftover fish bones at my feet are covered with ants. I can hear the rustling of leaves in the wind, and the familiar sound of waves crashing on the shore.

, while sitting in front of the campfire.

Look left and right again to make sure you haven't moved while sitting.

"Just... was it a dream?"

I rubbed my neck. Sleeping while sitting makes my neck feel uncomfortable. It is not as comfortable as lying down.

The dream just now was too real, so quiet and scary. Speaking of which, is that short, fat old man with two beards really the god of the lake?

I have heard from villagers that deceased relatives will ask for dreams. This is the first time I heard that the lake god asked for dreams.

Push the logs in the campfire pile to make the flames bigger, and carefully recall the strange dream just now.

"The God of the Lake, Immortal Magic, Strangers from Outside, Beishan, Dragon Vein..."

"Immortal magic, fairy magic."

The only things related to the gods are rusty iron swords, and practicing swordsmanship in the strange world in dreams every night. Since that stormy night, my strength has become stronger, and my eyes and ears are different from before. In short, the changes are very big.

Feng Ying secretly tested it in private, and found that one punch could break a tree as thick as a bowl without breaking the skin of the fist.

Is cultivating an immortal the same as practicing sword skills? It is said that cultivating immortals meditates every day, and there is no other possibility related to oneself except practicing swordsmanship. Is dreaming every night really cultivating immortals?

How can a poor person who grew up in a remote rural area know how to practice spiritual practice?

The more I thought about it, the more my head grew. I put aside the issue of immortal magic for the time being and thought about what the Lake God meant by nailing the dragon veins.

Beishan is very tall and long.

The fishing village is located in a small corner at the foot of Beishan Mountain. I used to hear my grandfather say that there are dragon veins in the mountain. Only Feng Shui masters know how to identify branch dragons and leaf dragons or real dragons and fake dragons. The God of the Lake said that the dragon veins in Beishan Mountain are related to the welfare of several towns and lakes, and the strangers in the village

People want to destroy the Nail Dragon Vein.

Why didn’t the Lake God take action himself?

After all, he is a god, but he relies on mortals for help.

Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow.

He touched the yellow dog's ears, got up and went into the shack, found an empty bunk, lay down, closed his eyes and slept.

Not long after, I suddenly heard someone talking. I thought some sister was talking in her sleep. Something felt wrong. The voice was very strange. People in the village knew each other and were familiar with the voice. I had never heard this voice before.

There are bad people!

I immediately got up, grabbed a hatchet and rushed out of the shack. My heart skipped a beat when I left the shack. It was so quiet...

Rolling your eyes, swearing harshly, getting angry at the endless fuss about the gods and monsters!

"Why are you here again! Doesn't the Lake God sleep at night?"

"It's not over, is it?"

Suddenly there was a rustle on the hillside, the sound of feet stepping on dead leaves while walking in the forest.

Feng Ying looked at the hillside and then at the stone wall. The lake god should be in the lake. Why did he go up the mountain?

A dark figure appeared in the gray forest. Feng Ying found that the dark figure was about the height of a normal person, and the lake god was a short and fat little old man. He immediately knew that he was being entrusted with a dream again. After the previous experience, he was not so scared.

The leaves rustled, and a black figure walked out of the gray fog. She was an old woman, holding a dragon-headed staff in her right hand that was taller than a person. She was dressed in coarse cloth, and her white hair was combed into a bun on the back of her head like an ordinary grandmother. Her back was a bit hunched, and she wore a hanging stick around her waist.

He had a green gourd, and his face was no different from the old man in the village.

The old woman walked to the edge of the gray fog and bowed politely.

"The little god has seen the immortal, I am the mountain god here."

Feng Ying blinked when he heard this.

First came a short, fat old lake god, and then came a mountain god, Grandma. Will the gods have a feast tonight?

He stood firmly and stepped forward without carrying a hatchet. He didn't hesitate when faced with a short, fat old man with a long beard, but he couldn't bear to be cruel when faced with an old woman who was as kind as a grandma. If there was no danger, he wouldn't bother to raise the knife. What's more?

It can't be cut at all.

Feng Ying didn't say anything, but first looked at what the mountain god Granny wanted to say.

"Please help me, God..."

"We must not let bad people target the earth's veins, otherwise the mountains and rivers will lose their spirituality. Alas, the little god's magic power is low, and the mountain god's seal is silent and unable to mobilize the power of the mountains. Everything can only be relied on the immortal."

After hearing this, Feng Ying roughly understood the situation.

People from the village want to do bad things. The lake god and the mountain god want to stop them but for some reason they can't.

Somehow I found it on my head, and the words I spoke to the immortal were confusing, so I might as well take the opportunity to ask for clarification.

"Mountain Goddess Granny, why do you say I am an immortal?"

The old woman looked at Feng Ying curiously, looked up and down and continued.

"The Supreme Immortal possesses the power of the Righteous God and is upright. A long time ago, the little god had to go to heaven every hundred years to report on his duties. The breath of the Supreme Immortal and the Righteous God will not admit mistakes. Otherwise, he would not be able to meet you."

"..."

Although I don’t know what to say, I am sure that the rusty iron knife is extraordinary.

At least it was something lost by the gods in heaven. By chance, it came into my hands. Every night when I practiced swordplay in my dream, I somehow gained the magical power of the gods.

"How do I stop them from doing bad things?"

Although I don’t believe in strange dreams, I don’t know if it is really the lake god or mountain god. I will ask first before talking about it.

"Throw the evil weapon with the talisman on it into the pit, or cut it off..."

Before she could finish speaking, the old woman's figure quickly retreated and disappeared. Her ears heard Sister Xiang's breathing again, and everything around her returned to normal.

Feng Ying opened her eyes, and the shack was completely dark.

It’s a dream again.

If they are really the gods of lakes and mountains, it is no small matter to give warnings in dreams.

What I didn't expect was that the solution was too simple. Just throw the evil weapon into the pit. The other solution was gone before I could hear it clearly. What exactly was it to cut off?

Turning over, the bamboo bed creaked under the pressure. Anyway, if you don't understand it, just don't think about it and continue sleeping. If you dream about two gods, ask more carefully.
Chapter completed!