At dawn, the old man in black robe has put away the fishing rod. The silver carp is naturally fond of the moonlight and afraid of the sun. Only at night will it leave the water and swim around to look for food. If it accidentally bites the hook during the day, even if it is dragged
When they get ashore, the psychic silver carp will also choose to burn both jade and stone, causing the spiritual energy of the two dragon's whiskers to dissipate. Although it will not completely become a vulgar object, its quality will inevitably be greatly reduced.
However, the three of them were not discouraged. They fished for big fish in the lake, not to mention spiritual fish such as silver carp, but also for the green and grassy fish that ordinary fishermen in the mountains longed for. After a long night of waiting without success, they were all common.
After the old man put away his pole, he began to replace the fishing lines and fish hooks, especially the fish hooks, which became extremely exquisite and delicate, only the size of a thumb. The young man also began to rearrange the nest materials, which cost more money, probably because he wanted to fish more
A rare golden cockroach.
The young man remembered something, turned to look at the big tree, and shouted: "Fellow Taoist, if you want to catch the cockroach, it depends purely on luck. There are no taboos. Do you want to go fishing together in the middle of the lake? I have bamboo
Raft, we can raft fishing together."
The female attendant intended to stop him, but it was too late.
The young man took out a thick copper coin as big as a child's hand, rubbed it gently with the palms of his hands, and conjured a finger-length pocket bamboo raft out of thin air. The young man took a gentle breath, and then threw it into the lake. The bamboo raft suddenly appeared
It grew bigger and the lake made ripples.
Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment, then nodded, jumped off the branch, and walked towards the shore.
The woman used the art of gathering sound to form a thread, reminding the old man in black robe that the young man was also a martial artist, and his level was not lower than hers.
Last night this man was sleeping in a tree, his breathing was long and long, like gurgling water, his fist intention was pure and condensed, he was a true master in martial arts.
A warrior's deep sleep can generally only be achieved after reaching the third realm of refining the gods, and then he can reach a state where he seems to be sleeping but not asleep, and his fist intention flows throughout his body, as if he is protected by gods.
Therefore, this young ranger is probably the son of a wealthy man.
The old man in black robe told the woman with the ripples in his heart, "I am only worried about those earth immortal wild cultivators with shady origins. If you are a young martial artist with high attainments, you don't have to worry too much. Our Sanlang Temple is not afraid of those hills without legs."
"Don't worry, Fishing, I will keep an eye on him. The young master is wearing a robe and a pill at the same time. He can withstand two powerful blows from the Jindan sword cultivator and there will be no mistakes."
Chen Pingan stepped onto the bamboo raft. The woman was skillful in holding the bamboo raft, and the bamboo raft slowly rowed towards the center of the lake. She sat on the bench that the young man handed over to her. Chen Pingan thanked him, took out his own fishing rod from something close by, and made a special
Naturally, the bait had to be borrowed from the young master. The woman's eyes looked slightly strange, and it was unusual for a martial artist to carry a small thing with him. As expected, he was the grandson of a wealthy noble. The old man didn't care, and looked calm, and he went with his young master.
The young ranger who took off his bamboo hat started chatting. Both of them had a good understanding and did not mention their names and family backgrounds.
A martial artist wearing a robe and walking around means that this person has not yet reached the third level of martial arts and god refining.
The young man, who was born into a noble family, obviously had not traveled much in the world. After throwing the pole with Chen Ping'an, he said bluntly: "Sir, I think those of us who really like fishing have very few bad people. What do you think?
Grandpa Liu and Sister Fan are always wary of you, which I don’t think is good."
The old man in black robe was still leisurely, twisting some bait from the wooden basin and throwing it into the lake.
But the female attendant named Fan was a little embarrassed.
Chen Ping'an didn't know how to answer, so he had to think for a moment and came up with a compromise: "There may be bad guys, but there are definitely fewer. No matter how cautious you are when going down the mountain to experience it, you can't be too cautious."
The young man shook his head and sighed, "I know you said this out of good intentions, but my great-grandfather, grandpa, and then my parents, every time I leave home, their words and tone are like this,
I’m really a little annoyed.”
Chen Pingan stopped talking.
It's just a chance encounter. It's inappropriate to say anything about other people's family affairs.
But isn’t this young man a bit too private?
How good of a family background do you have to be so generous?
Chen Pingan's mind moved slightly, but he deliberately ignored it and continued to stare at the lake.
The old man in black robe turned to look into the distance and said with a smile: "Young Master, Du Wensi of the Pima Sect is coming soon. We stayed in Lanshe Town for too long. It was probably because the schedule did not match up and we were afraid that something might happen to us.
This young Jin Dan can't sit still."
The young man was a little sad. He was most annoyed by these social interactions. It was okay to have congenial peers. If it was a relationship between ancestors, he was really not good at managing the relationship. The female martial artist said softly: "Young Master, I heard that Du Wensi has a gentle temperament and is accommodating to the world.
Wu Zheng, when I left Skeleton Beach and traveled to the north, I passed by our house and fell in love with the old man. We became friends every year, and I will definitely be able to chat with you, young master."
The young man nodded, made a face at the woman, and said with a smile: "Sister Fan, I still understand the etiquette when going out."
The woman's eyes were gentle and the corners of her mouth were raised.
Chen Pingan glanced at it and then looked away.
Got it.
The silly boy next to him probably couldn't understand the silent words in his sister Fan's eyes for a while.
A Qi practitioner dressed in snow-white linen clothes came carefree and braved the wind, and there was a loud thunder in the distance, like rolling winter thunder.
After approaching the Bronze Green Lake, the Immortal of the Pi Ma Sect slowed down his sword control. The speed was still not slow, but there was almost no movement, and it was almost silent.
He did not land directly on the bamboo raft, but chose to stand on the shore and wait quietly without speaking, probably because he was afraid of disturbing the fish swimming in Qinglu Lake.
At first glance, he seems to have a good temper.
Chen Pingan was about to put away his fishing rod.
Unexpectedly, the young man smiled and said: "If you still want to fish, just keep fishing. I will leave this bamboo raft to you. I may have to go to Qinglu Town first, and then go back to the Bronze Lake to catch the silver carp. Anyway, you can
There are also small things, and I can teach you a formula for folding and unloading bamboo rafts. It's very simple. You can take it to Qinglu Town later and hand it over to the monks of the Pima Sect."
Chen Ping'an shook his head, "No, I have to go on my way right away. This time I boarded the raft to go fishing, just to relax."
A young man is not willing to force others to accept his kindness.
Returning to the shore together, the young man put away the bamboo raft, saluted the young Jin Dan of the Pima Sect, and said with a bright smile: "Yuan Xuan of Sanlang Temple, I have met Uncle Du."
Du Wensi nodded with a smile, "I guessed that you would be fishing at the Tonglu Lake, so I originally planned to come to you later, but Sect Leader Zhu urged me not to come. Is your great-grandfather in good health now?"
Yuan Xuan laughed and said: "You are tough."
Du Wensi laughed.
Chen Pingan clasped his fists and said goodbye.
When Chen Ping'an and Du Wensi's eyes met, both sides nodded in greeting almost at the same time.
After Chen Ping'an took a few steps, Yuan Xuan caught up with him and said softly: "If you go to Qinglu Town, it's best to take the official road and go around it, but Ansheng. If you want to go faster, you have to go through that big area.
In the savage miasma land where monsters are rampant, each one breaks the earth and becomes the king. They are so courageous that they are collectively called the Six Saints. They join forces to fight against several city lords in the middle of the Ghost Valley. They are very fierce. The city ghosts and this group of monsters,
They often go back and forth to fight, as if fighting on the battlefield. It is said that there is a great demon who specializes in collecting military books and studying the art of war all day long, which is quite funny."
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "I will be more careful. I wish you success in fishing and a good catch of fish, including silver carp and silver carp."
Yuan Xuan nodded vigorously. He had let something slip before, so he simply introduced himself: "My name is Yuan Xuan, and I am a disciple of Sanlang Temple."
Chen Pingan hesitated for a moment and smiled: "My name is Chen Pingan, from Aquarius Continent."
Yuan Xuan chuckled, "Actually, from your accent, I know you are from another continent."
Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "Old Jianghu."
Yuan Xuan was stunned, "Are you serious?"
Chen Ping'an said: "Kind words."
Yuan Xuan laughed heartily and was very happy.
Let’s just say that fishing friends all over the world are one family and there are no bad guys.
I have been fond of fishing since I was a child. Naturally, I was brought out by my great-grandfather who is good at this. My great-grandfather has long said that wise people enjoy water and are fond of fishing, which is even more valuable, because people who are smart and alert are the most difficult to fish.
The mind is fixed, and fishing is all about a fixed word.
The two sides said goodbye.
The master and servant of Yuan Xuan of Sanlang Temple and his party followed Du Wensi along the official road to Qinglu Town.
Chen Pingan went to Tongguan Mountain.
After a while, the mountain-moving apes and mountain-driving dogs over there, especially the former, need to learn more about their copper skin and iron bones.
As for the Sanlang Temple where Yuan Xuan is located, Chen Ping'an already knew about it when he checked out the local customs and customs of Ju Luzhou in Longquan County. The Sanlang Temple is the largest weapons shop in Luzhou, Bei Ju, and has an excellent reputation. It has friends all over the world.
.Of course, the monks of Sanlang Temple are most famous for being very good at fighting.
No wonder.
Young Yuan Xuanhui is so simple and kind-hearted.
Somewhat similar to Old Dragon City Fan Er.
To be continued...