The disciples in the North Campus stared at the water surface carefully, holding the nets in various postures, with nervous and excited expressions.
Yun Que had excellent eyesight. He glanced at the clear river surface and found that there was no trace of silver pomfret at the bottom, only small fish and shrimps.
The other new disciples also gradually discovered that there was no fish, and began to be puzzled and poked their heads around the wooden boat to look for it.
"It's not yet time, the fish will be here soon."
As an old man from Beiyuan, Wu Dachuan naturally knew the secret. He pointed to a cliff far upstream and said:
"There is a mechanism upstream to trap fish. It is opened once every half month. We can just wait here."
So that’s it, Yun Que clearly understood.
No wonder Jian Gong Siyuan rotates fishing tasks every half month, and it turns out that the fish have been trapped for half a month.
As for the reason for not going upstream to fish, it was a rule specially formulated by Jian Palace to train its disciples.
Otherwise, if you just want to catch fish, just make a large enough strong fishing net.
While waiting for the fish, Yun Que sat on the boat and thought about the news about Wushan.
On the way here, he asked Xue Ziyi and learned that Jianshou and the two elders had nothing to gain from Wushan that day and returned empty-handed. The tree demon escaped without a trace, leaving only a pile of bones in the heart of the mountain. The perpetrator is still unknown.
Baigu Mountain has become an unsolved case and the court has been notified.
Recently, we often see a large number of official officials traveling between Wushan and the Imperial City.
If a powerful monster appears in Wushan, Sword Palace will naturally not sit back and ignore it, and will definitely take action to clear it out.
However, dead people and murder cases are not under the control of Sword Palace, and Sword Palace will not bother to investigate.
Unless some evil evil leader is involved, no matter how many people die, it will be a headache for the Emperor of Yan and has nothing to do with the Sword Palace.
Detached and refined, sometimes it can be called indifferent.
This is also the gap between monks and mortals, an insurmountable chasm.
If Jian Gong doesn't interfere, Yun Que can't do anything.
Although he deduced from Yin Hu's contacts that the creator of White Bone Mountain was Wu Ma hidden in the Sword Palace.
But Yun Que still has no clue who Wu Ma is.
While pondering, Yun Que noticed that the wooden boat under his feet was shaking slightly.
The mechanism upstream has been opened, and with a roar, the water flow on the river has become faster in vain.
Pieces of silver dots fell one after another from the cliff.
The crackling caused large splashes of water, which looked like stars falling into the abyss from a distance. It was very spectacular.
"Bah! I'm going to catch ten of them today!"
Wu Dachuan spit into his hand, held on to the net tightly, and focused on the fish swimming in.
The silver pomfret is huge, as long as a child's arm, and its silver scales are very strong. They can be used to make chain armor. Ordinary soldiers wearing it are almost invulnerable on the battlefield.
Soon the first wave of fish arrived, causing the bridge of the ship to heave up and down.
Seeing the opportunity, Wu Dachuan suddenly lowered the net and caught a silver pomfret, which flopped onto the boat and jumped around. He himself was driven back several steps by the impact of the big fish and almost fell into the river.
Wu Dachuan picked up the mallet skillfully and hit the fish's head three times. The big fish stood upright and stopped moving.
The whole movement was smooth and flowing.
Luo Xiaoyu's eyes widened when he saw it, and Yun Que also looked at him with great surprise.
This guy's techniques are even more skillful than those of Yanmen Town's big fish seller, Lao Gao.
Wu Dachuan scratched his head and said sheepishly: "I have fished for a living before, and I am very familiar with it, hehe."
There is no shame in fishing, so Yun Que smiled and didn't care.
Luo Xiaoyu was eager to give it a try and wanted to make gestures. He rolled up his sleeves and exposed his small arms like pony poles.
"You'd better stop fishing." Yun Que suggested.
"I'm not afraid of catching fish!" Luo Xiaoyu said seriously.
"I'm afraid you'll be caught by a fish." Yun Que added.
Wu Dachuan almost fell into the water when he was fishing just now. If it had been Luo Xiaoyu, he would have been taken away by the big fish.
Wouldn't it be troublesome to have to go downstream to rescue her then?
"Junior Sister Luo just helps keep an eye on the fish. Junior Brother Yun and I are responsible for catching the fish, and the harvest will be shared equally among the three of us! Hehe, as long as I can catch more than ten fish this time, I can exchange for a sword spike."
The sword spike that Wu Dachuan mentioned is a special reward from the Sword Palace, which is distributed according to the completion of tasks by the disciples of each academy.
For example, in today's fishing mission, every time you catch a hundred silver pomfrets or ten golden pomfrets, you will get a sword spike.
Of course it can be accumulated, there is no need to complete it all at once.
Wu Dachuan has accumulated ninety silver pomfrets, and there are still ten left to exchange for a sword ear.
Yun Que had heard of sword spikes, but had never seen one. He asked out of curiosity: "How many sword spikes does Brother Wu have?"
Wu Dachuan made a gesture of nine and said proudly: "I have accumulated nine sword spikes over the years. Counting this mission, I may be able to make ten!"
"What's the use of the sword spike?" Luo Xiaoyu asked, tilting her head.
"It can be exchanged for spiritual stones, flying swords and elixirs, but I won't exchange them. I want to collect a hundred sword spikes!"
Wu Dachuan showed a look of longing, waved his chubby fist and said:
"I have two wishes in this life. The first is to ask Senior Si to help me graft a spiritual root. The second wish is to collect hundreds of sword spikes to see how vast and magnificent the Sect is!"
Yun Que could understand Wu Dachuan's desire to possess spiritual roots, but he didn't know what the Shang Zong he meant was.
"Where is Shangzong?" Luo Xiaoyu's big eyes blinked, and he looked like a curious child.
Seeing Yun Que's curious eyes, Wu Dachuan cleared his throat and told the story while fishing.
"You may not know it well when you first come here. In fact, the Sword Palace is not unique to our country of Yan. Sword Palaces exist in several surrounding countries and are named after their respective countries."
"For example, our sword palace in Dayan is called Yanjian Palace, the adjacent sword palace in Shaowu Kingdom is called Wujian Palace, and the sword palace in Chixia Kingdom to the east is called Xiajian Palace. It is said that even among the barbarians, there are sword palaces called Manjian Palace.
palace!"
"There are so many Sword Palaces, but they all belong to one sect, which is the top cultivation sect in Yunzhou. We Sword Palace disciples call it the Shang Sect, and its real name is Lingjian Sect!"
"Actually, to put it bluntly, the sword palaces in various countries are equivalent to the outer gates of the Spirit Sword Sect. They are used to screen disciples, collect materials, and communicate with the mortal world."
"There are regulations in the Sword Palace. As long as a disciple can collect a hundred sword spikes, he can be eligible to enter the Sect. So I want to collect a hundred sword spikes to pay homage to the truly great sect in the world!"
Having said this, Wu Dachuan showed an expression of great yearning, like a devout believer on pilgrimage.
Yun Que's heart was shaken when he heard this.
A Yan Kingdom Sword Palace is already a behemoth. I didn’t expect that it was just the outer sect of the cultivation sect, so how powerful the Spirit Sword Sect, known as the Sect, could become!
Knowing the news about Shang Zong also solved a mystery in Yun Que's heart.
The internal structure of the Sword Palace is actually fragmented.
There are mostly mortal sword servants and sword disciples in the Qi refining stage. There are very few Foundation Establishment disciples such as Senior Sister Xue Ziyi, and there are only a few in each academy. Then there are the pill-forming elders of each academy. From this point of view, in the Sword Palace,
Most of the foundation-building disciples trained will be sent to the Shangzong.
While several people were talking, the current on the river became more and more rapid.
A few golden shadows were faintly interspersed among the silvery white falling from the cliff.
Ma Yong, who was responsible for opening the mechanism, hurried back from upstream and shouted in a hurry before he got close.
"Be careful! There is a golden pomfret at the bottom of the water!"