There was a chasm-like division between the two realms, and that was the Red Rock Canyon.
The Red Rock Canyon was located at the end of the South Sea, where the seawater was high. There was a mountain path in the middle that was called the Babel Pagoda, because this mountain path was the only way to the celestial realm.
The mountain path was covered by seawater, and under the influence of the mysterious magnetic force of the Red Rock Canyon, all treasures, including the Void Breaking Shuttle, could not be used. Therefore, ships could only use the most primitive method to climb the Babel Pagoda.
Because the Babel Pagoda had been washed by the seawater for many years, it had lost its original color and was closer to the blue of the sky. The waterway flowed backwards, not from high to low, but from low to high, so it was also called the Nine Heaven Hanging River.
This day was the 15th day of the first month of the 669th year of the New Jambu Calendar. A huge ship appeared on the route. This was a multi-masted ship that was as high as a two-story building. Many passengers walked out of the cabin in twos and threes, stood on the deck and looked up. Almost everyone let out a cry of surprise.
Because the scene in front of them was really breathtaking.
In the middle of the blood-red rock canyon, a river seemed to be laid between heaven and earth, slanting upwards, straight to the sky.
The rapid flow of water was like an angry dragon that soared into the sky. It was vast and mighty. It rose straight into the clouds and also extended to an unknown height in the sky.
No wonder it was called the Nine Heaven Hanging River.
This scene made all the cultivators who were going to the celestial realm for the first time clench their fists in excitement. It was like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, climbing over it, they could change from mortals to immortals.
The helmsman was an old captain named Wang Xiaotian. He was about fifty years old, but his face was full of weathered vicissitudes. It seemed that even if he said he was sixty years old, people would believe it. On the route between the two realms, Wang Xiaotian was a very experienced veteran. He had been sailing for more than ten years, and during this period, he did not know how many energetic new faces and familiar faces that were disheartened. Therefore, he had long been accustomed to the behavior of these fledglings who had just entered the celestial realm.
"How many guests come and go from the north to the south, new on the white background, familiar faces on the way back. Some people are happy, some people are sad."
Wang Xiaotian held a pipe in his hand, facing the Nine Heaven Hanging River. After observing everyone, he leisurely said, "Some people are happy, some people are sad."
After he finished reading, he took a puff of his pipe and squinted his eyes in enjoyment.
"Captain, this is my first time in the Immortal World. Tell me, what kind of place is the Immortal World?" At this time, a dark-skinned lad came up and said excitedly.
"Yes, yes, Captain, please tell us!" The young man's words were quickly echoed by a group of people.
Wang Xiaotian squinted his eyes and sized them up. He said faintly, "You are heading to Jianghu Town to apply for a porter, right? From your accents, you seem to be from the Northern Tang Empire."
"As expected of the captain. You've guessed our background so quickly!" The dark-skinned youngster excitedly urged, "Xiao Hu from the same village said that the salary in the Immortal World is several times that of the Mortal World. It was not easy for us to reach the Cultivation Realm and finally step into the land of the Immortal World. Please tell us what the Immortal World is like."
"The Immortal Realm," Wang Xiaotian said disapprovingly as he puffed out a cloud. "It's a place where people eat people."
The dark-skinned youngster was taken aback. "Aren't the immortals all high and mighty?"
"The more people eat, the more they become immortals." Wang Xiaotian grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Forget about you guys. A porter can still eat a stable meal. However, don't dream about a heavenly opportunity. It's good for you guys to know your place. "
Not only did the dark-skinned youngster not understand half a word, even his original impression of the Immortal World was confused. He could not help but scratch the back of his head.
"Burp! Old Man Wang, you're still the same as always. You like to show off. " At this time, a rough voice came from the ship's side on the first floor. It was accompanied by chewing and swallowing sounds, which suddenly attracted everyone's attention. Everyone looked over.
They could not help but be shocked. It turned out that the speaker was a monk, a tall and strong monk. This monk was dressed in a gray coarse robe with a string of prayer beads hanging around his neck. His face was covered with a full beard.
A monk was naturally not worth making a fuss about, but a monk who drank wine and ate meat was particularly eye-catching.
This was a Wine and Meat Monk. Wine and Meat Monk's name was Wine and Meat Monk. Every meal of Wine and Meat Monk must have wine and meat. If one of them was missing, he would rather not eat.
There was once such a story. It was said that a strange person caught Wine and Meat Monk and only gave him one of each meal. As a result, Wine and Meat Monk did not eat a grain of rice or drink a drop of water for half a year.
"Boy, let me tell you, in the Immortal World, you can eat big pieces of meat and drink big bowls of wine. Burp, eat whatever you want, drink whatever you want …" Wine and Meat Monk said while burping. "Ah yes, women must not be touched … Yes, must not be touched …"
"Master, master, you, are you also here to apply for a porter?" The dark-skinned youngster asked while stuttering.
Wine and Meat Monk grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "This monk is here to beg for alms."
"It's really strange. When did a Buddhist disciple take drinking wine and eating meat for granted? It's really strange …" At this time, there was another voice on the other side of the deck. This voice sounded a little out of breath because this person looked like he was out of breath.
He wore a white robe, held a folding fan in his hand, and had two strands of mustache above his lips. Although his complexion looked normal, he gave off an air of nothingness, like a hedonistic son of a rich family who had indulged in debauchery.
The people who heard his voice all had the illusion of floating in the sky, as if they had suddenly lost their weight.
"Lu Zhantang," Wang Xiaotian said faintly. "This father's ship is not your hunting ground. There are no vicious criminals here. Shut your bird mouth for me."
As soon as his voice came out, everyone suddenly woke up and looked at each other, not knowing what happened.
"It's really strange. The captain actually doesn't let the passengers speak. It's really strange …" The white-clothed man shook his head and said.
"I've already told you to shut up, but you're still talking. Are you looking for death?"
Suddenly, a young master rushed out from the deck of the second floor. He held a sword feather in his hand and shouted arrogantly, "Also, you country bumpkins who have just arrived in the Immortal World, shut your mouths for this young master. Coming out to play, I can't even have a moment of peace. It's really annoying. "
"It's strange, it's really strange." The white-clothed man did not look at the young man. Instead, he turned his eyes to the corner of the ship. There were two people sitting there, a young man wearing a bamboo hat and a little girl wearing the same bamboo hat.
The young man had an ordinary cyan steel sword on his waist and was fishing with a fishing rod in his hand.
The little girl was snuggling up to the young man and was sleeping soundly.
Not only the white-clothed man, but even Wine and Meat Monk and the captain were paying attention to this inconspicuous young man along the way.
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