In the early morning, the shellfish drifted into the middle of several small islands.

These small islands are all formed by coral reefs, and there is a circle of white sand around the islands that slowly comes into contact with the sea, and the sea is full of colorful corals, many colorful fish shuttle in them, and even the occasional cute sea turtle swimming slowly.

The island is also full of colours.

There are many strange cactus-like plants growing on the reef of the island, which are blooming, some of which are the favorite purple of the nobles in Jiankang City and Luoyang City, some are dazzling bright yellow, and some are as white and flawless as the snow in Jiankang City at this time.

At the bow of the shell boat, the young Taoist looked at the flowers and was silent.

It's warm like spring, but last night he had a dream, he dreamed that countless white snowflakes fell on his body one after another, and he also dreamed that someone handed him a string of sweet and sour rock sugar gourds.

The color of the rock sugar gourd is even more beautiful than the purple flowers now.

It's just that it's just a dream after all.

He knew very well that although the ship seemed to be drifting aimlessly, just like today's sailing into the natural harbor surrounded by these small islands, the water that drove the ship came from the mind of the white-robed monk behind him.

The white-robed monk didn't notice the emotion in his eyes at this time.

He knew that the young man's mood was a little bad these days, which came from the sudden changes in the outside world, just like a pool of still water that had been quiet for many years, but suddenly people kept throwing stones into this pool of still water, and the swimming fish that had been accustomed to this quiet in this still water would naturally not get used to it.

He was very worried about the young man's mood, and his brows were full of worry at this time, but it was not because of the young man in front of him.

His gaze fell on the clouds above the sea in the distance.

The clouds diffused some wonderful halos in the early morning.

Fishermen sailing on the sea are most afraid of encountering storms, and even powerful cultivators have to maintain enough awe when faced with this kind of celestial might.

In particular, those ordinary fishermen are only active in the inshore waters, but the shell boat he and the young Taoist are on is far away from the deep sea where those fishermen are active.

The farther away from the rolling land, the more terrible the storm in the sea becomes.

Looking at the wonderful halo of light in those clouds, he knew that a great storm was brewing and generating, and that it would come soon.

That's why he sailed the ship into the middle of these islands.

"Still can't go ashore, can't you even go to these islands?"

The young Taoist's voice rang out, reaching the white-robed monk's ears.

The white-robed monk glanced at the young Taoist's back, and he shook his head.

The young Taoist sighed, "Even if it's so far away from land... Aren't you even at ease on such a small piece of land?"

The white-robed monk frowned slightly.

This kind of conversation had happened many times ago, and it was reasonable to say that there was no need to repeat it, but he could see that the young Taoist was not in a good mood today, and thinking that the storm that was coming soon might make his mood even more depressed, after all, even he didn't like to enjoy the taste of a raging storm.

"Your father told you not to leave the ship, so it's not a question of how far the island is from land. ”

So he also sighed softly and said, "You and I both know very well that this is only about the realm you need to achieve in your cultivation, your thoughts have been a little chaotic recently, but those are useless, the faster your cultivation speed, the faster you can leave this boat." ”

"But I'm already fast. ”

The young Taoist did not end such an argument directly, as he thought.

The young Taoist slowly raised his head, he turned around, looked at the white-robed monk seriously, and said sincerely: "You also know my father's intentions, he is just worried that I will be killed, but you should know that even on land, there are few people who are faster than me, even if someone will really come to the sea to kill me, even on these islands, with my body, it is impossible to escape from this boat." ”

"Your father is not worried about those who are slower than you, but about those who are faster than you in their limited bodies. The white-robed monk shook his head and said, "As far as I am concerned, I can understand your thoughts, but the reason why your father asked me to be on this boat is because he knows that I understand him better. This kind of attempt that does not seem to violate his true wishes at all is often like honey in the hands of a child, if he says that he will not eat it, and he has not tried the taste of honey, he may be able to endure it, but as long as he has the first bite, he will definitely not be able to help but have a second bite and a third bite. ”

"This kind of thing, like some of the precepts we uphold, may seem unreasonable, but I will absolutely accept them in their entirety and not violate them in the slightest. The white-robed monk looked at him and said with great sincerity: "Because I know that even the slightest violation is enough to break the sugar pot of that desire, and it will definitely lead to disastrous consequences." ”

The young Taoist stopped talking.

He ended the argument with silence that had not been seen for a long time.

His gaze was also fixed on the clouds in the distance.

In just a moment, the clouds that had been emitting a blurry halo had turned into black clouds.

Those dark clouds were far away, but bright lightning appeared in them.

In his perception, there was already an unusually humid wind sweeping over there.

He actually respected this white-robed Taoist very much.

He also understood his father's thoughts.

It took his father a lifetime to get to that height, and then he made sure that he was in such a position, and there were many god-like people who were silent all their lives, as if they were just helping him in his cultivation.

I am afraid that many of those people are also unwilling, and even have the idea of replacing them.

Many of those people are also extremely powerful, and they may try to kill him as soon as they can.

He had come to terms with his father's life and the life he had arranged for himself many years ago.

He also confidently waited for the day when he could get out.

He also admonished himself countless times that in the scriptures, there are countless people who also retreat in the mountains, and some even retreat for most of their lives before they really go out of the mountains.

Returning from the sea to land is no different than going out of the mountains.

But he's too young after all, and he's really waited too long.

In such an era of spiritual famine, even if there were many people who continued to add true yuan to him, the more true yuan he accumulated in his exercises, the more he felt that this process was extremely slow.

He didn't want to completely deviate from his father's ideas.

But he really wanted to change.

At least... He wished he could decide where the ship was going, or at least he could get to the islands he wanted to go.

......

The sky on the sea darkened completely.

The waves on the originally sparkling sea are getting bigger and bigger.

A howling wind blew his and the white-robed monk's clothes to the sound of hunting.

There was a loud bang.

A bucket of lightning fell from the sky and landed on the sea not far away.

The raindrops the size of beans fell like countless arrows in the wind.

The white-robed monk frowned slightly again.

He fixed the boat, wanting to let the young Taoist return to the canopy where he could shelter from the rain.

In the many years he has been wandering at sea, his cultivation has become stronger and stronger, and I am afraid that no one in the whole world can do it better than him in the control of the wind and rain and the flow of water.

But at this moment, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He felt a strange fluctuation.

His eyes narrowed.

In the distance, a black line appeared, and the black line became higher and higher, and it was a strange black wave, which in an instant had exceeded the height of the small island he was directly opposed.

Rumble!

The waves crashed on the island like thousands of horses, and the countless plants and trees on the island were instantly shattered, and the countless splashes were like countless mountains disintegrating in the air, and like countless monsters bathed in the black skylight, they fell towards the small boat.

The white-robed monk's heart was shocked, and the true yuan in his body gushed out, even so, the shellfish boat under him still fluctuated violently, as if it was about to be hit by the waves in an instant, and it flew into the sky!

Bang!

Another thick bolt of lightning fell on the dark sea.

In the light of lightning, the white-robed monk could see the young Taoist's face clearly.

The young Daoist's face was absolutely calm, and his eyes were full of strange brilliance.

The white-robed monk's mind was also like a lightning bolt in an instant, and it became transparent.

He reacted instantly, and shouted: "Shen Nian, it turned out to be..."

His voice was muffled by the roar of countless thunderbolts.

The young Daoist didn't respond to him, but just flew forward.

He landed towards the farthest island ahead.

This storm was not something he could control, but he was able to muster enough vitality to strengthen some of his celestial might.

He could now be sure that the white-robed monk would never be able to stop him from landing on the islands while dealing with the storm with all his might.

That's what he wants to start with.