Longevity starts with learning.

Chapter 129 Calculations
"Ok?"

While probing, Chu Mu looked slightly startled, touched his bosom, and felt the sudden warmth clearly.

Stretching his hand into his bosom, a piece of jade was also held in Chu Mu's hand.

The jade piece was as usual, but holding it in the hand, it was no longer cool as before, but faintly warm.

As usual, there is nothing abnormal about the jade piece to the naked eye, but under the cover of spiritual consciousness, there are faint streamers flickering and lines appearing.

Jade pieces are the inheritance jade slips of puppet art.

A jade slip of knowledge inheritance originated from a mysterious old man in Qili Village. At this moment, it has an unknown connection with the mysterious white mist of the East Lake that is thousands of miles away.

So, it's not just a jade slip that stores information, it may also be some kind of token?

Chu Mu frowned, staring at the jade piece, and then at the white mist in front of him, thinking.

Chu Mu lifted up the jade slip, and with his spiritual consciousness attached, he went towards the barrier again to test it.

This time, without any hindrance, the consciousness penetrated into the white mist smoothly, but what followed was a sudden suction.

Chu Mu didn't have time to react, the white mist surged, and he, who was standing on the boat, was engulfed by the white mist and disappeared on the lake.

After the sky spun, there was a vast expanse of white mist.

With blood surging all over his body, Chu Mu looked around vigilantly, although, wherever he came into view, there was a white mist, and he couldn't see his fingers.

Immediately, in the dark, it was as if a wave swept across, and Chu Mu could only feel that his whole body, inside and outside, was seen clearly.

"Who!"

Chu Mu drank in a low voice.

The white mist was calm, only the echoes drifted, and nothing unusual was seen.

Immediately, the white mist surged, and Chu Mu only felt the world spinning again, a turbulent sense of weightlessness.

boom!
There was a muffled sound, and water splashed everywhere.

Chu Mu jumped out of the water fiercely, looking around vigilantly.

The boat was not far away, and the entrenched white mist was... receding?

Chu Mu was startled, and quickly looked around, only to realize that what he thought was retreating was actually shrinking!

The white mist entrenched on the lake is shrinking!

Almost in just a few breaths, the white mist, which was hard to see with the naked eye, completely disappeared.

Chu Mu was a little confused.

What did he go through just now?
The jade piece reacted, and was immediately drawn in, as if it was scanned and then thrown out. Now the white mist disappeared again?
What about playing with him?
Chu Mu lifted the jade piece, and the spiritual consciousness shrouded it again, and the abnormality just now disappeared, as if it had become a pure jade slip again.

After climbing into the boat, Chu Mu rowed the boat unwillingly, and wandered around the lake for a while, but there was nothing abnormal.

There seemed to be spiritual energy fluctuating and flickering in the sky, and several sword lights could be vaguely seen shuttling through the clouds.

"Is there... a cultivator who noticed the abnormality of the white mist?"

Chu Mu withdrew his gaze, and carefully put the jade slip into his arms. Thinking back to the scene that happened just now, the suspicion in his eyes became more and more intense.

From what he saw just now, the mysterious white mist did not seem to be the gathering place for the cultivators he had imagined.

And this jade slip seems to be some kind of token, a token that can enter the mysterious white mist.

Just now he was sucked into the white mist, obviously he was on the surface of the lake, but he was walking on flat ground, and he let out a low drink in it, which also produced an echo.

Undoubtedly, it shows that during the whirling of the day just now, it was not on the surface of the lake, but in a certain closed building.

And that inexplicable scanning fluctuation...

The white mist in front of me suddenly disappeared...

Limited cognition makes it difficult to explain unknown phenomena.

A little speculation, but it is difficult to have a basis.

Chu Mu looked around, keeping this position firmly in his heart, and was about to row away, but he suddenly looked at the sword light that had disappeared into the sky.

From Nanshan Town to here, it is thousands of miles apart!
That boy, did it happen to be here?
What he got was just a piece of jade slip, just now, it was just a specious vision.

And as the owner of this piece of jade slip, the mysterious old man in Qili Village would not know the reason?
If it is clear that all the jade slips were left to that young man, will the reason be explained clearly?
Chu Mu couldn't help admiring his luck. Thousands of miles away, he also happened to choose Jingmen. Coincidentally, he was still at the moment when the white mist appeared, reaching the peak of vitality and success.

Coincidentally, one month after the god appeared, he hadn't left Jingmen, and he didn't stay in Baicao Pavilion ignoring the world as before.

Due to many coincidences, he came here today and noticed the mystery of this jade slip.

"hold on."

Chu Mu let out a long breath, the mysterious white mist had disappeared, but who knows, will it reappear after a while.

As the sun sets and the sun rises, the boat stays on the lake.

If you are thirsty, drink the lake water, and if you are hungry, go into the water to catch fish. The boat is a fisherman's boat, and there is no shortage of cooking tools.

Until the eighth day, the surface of the lake was still calm, and the white mist was like a hallucination, which never appeared again.

On the contrary, in the sky, light can be seen occasionally flickering, as if a cultivator heard the wind and came to check the situation.

This place is close to Guiling Island, there are many fishermen, and there are also many fishing boats on the lake, among which Chu Mu is not conspicuous.

"It's time to go back."

Chu Mu was a little melancholy. After several days of wind and sun, there was still no result.

In the sky, there are not a few immortal cultivators, but most of them just disappear in a flash.

He rowed with oars in the water and walked on land with his feet, and he could only sigh.

He even saw some immortal cultivators rushing directly into the water, as if they were checking the situation.

In a few days, there were no fewer than twenty or thirty immortal cultivators as far as he could see.

"Three directions..."

Chu Mu looked at the sky thoughtfully.

For a few days, most of the immortal cultivators he saw came from the three directions of southwest, true north, and true east, and most of them left from these three directions.

Of course, this is what he can see, and there may be more things he can't see.

After all, just a few words in the inheritance of the puppet art, it can be seen that many of the methods of the immortal cultivator are probably beyond his imagination.

But this can undoubtedly explain a lot of problems. There must be places where cultivators gather in these three directions.

Chu Mu lowered his head to look at the wooden boards of the hull, on which lines of mathematical formulas written in charcoal were arranged.

He guessed the approximate flying speed of the immortal cultivator, and he asked the fishermen about the time when the mysterious white mist appeared, and in addition, the approximate time when some fishermen saw the so-called immortal for the first time.

A series of known data integration, and after conversion, it is an approximate result.

Southwest, due north, due east.

Chu Mu spread out the map in his hand. The map roughly described dozens of counties in the surrounding area. With Jingmen on the map as the center, Chu Mu had roughly drawn a circle on the map based on his calculation results.

The result of the calculation is very accurate and there will be no mistakes, but the data used for the calculation is very vague.

First, he is not sure about the specific flying speed of the immortal cultivator, it is only a rough estimate, and the level of the immortal cultivator's realm also means that the flying speed will inevitably be different.

Second, with the magic of puppetry, it is very likely that the world of cultivating immortals also has tools for long-distance communication, which means that the calculated distance data is likely to be discounted by half.

Furthermore, the fishermen's dictation may not necessarily be accurate under the influence of rumors.

At least, as far as he asked the fishermen, there were seven or eight different descriptions.

An approximate, and highly likely inaccurate data.

But no matter what, it is also a vital guide for him who has almost no way out now.

The three directions and approximate distance data are much better than trying his luck aimlessly!

……

　Seven thousand five more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)