In the middle of the vast river, two people took a boat.
The tide of fish receded, leaving only a calm river current.
Wu Shuang still took the jug, but instead of drinking, he looked at the carvings on his head, his face showing contemplation.
"I once said that I came from Xiasong, Zhongzhou, which is not true. These two pots of Duling were just picked up casually when passing by Xiasong. Although they are not very old, they can still taste the wine. It’s truly extraordinary.”
The man spoke eloquently and was not in a hurry to tell the person in front of him what he meant.
"It's really difficult for me to talk about where it comes from, but if I can tell it, I naturally have to explain it to my brother. I really don't want to taste the taste of Wu Gou Qingshuang's two swords again." The man He looked up at the two flying swords flying around Wu Shuang's green robe, and was filled with admiration.
Wu Shuang was annoyed, waved his hands and said: "Let's stop the polite words. Your body and moral conduct are not something ordinary people can cultivate. If you really fight to the end, the outcome is still a matter of victory or defeat. Why do you flatter me?"
It's not Wu Shuang's politeness. Previously, the man could be said to be inconspicuous. Today's duel is indeed no small matter. Not to mention the wonderful magical power that is unique in its own world. He just used the yellow rope on his shoulder to turn the void into reality and summon a yellow dragon that reaches the sky. Among the Xianjia Mountain Gates with names and plaques in Yi Zhang, it would be difficult to single out the second one. Besides, this battle is still short. What extraordinary backhand does this seemingly lazy man have? Wu Shuang couldn't make any guesses.
"Brother is also a cheerful person. It seems that the flattery skills I have spent a lot of time learning are still not good enough. Anyway, I will report myself to my family first, so as not to arouse brother's anger and cut me with the sword again." The man's tone remained the same. He was lazy and frivolous, but his expression put away his laziness. He looked straight at Wu Shuang and cupped his fists.
"Jia Qing, a fisherman of the 62nd generation who traveled to Yantang Prefecture, met the master of Nangong Mountain."
The river flows slowly and fish leap, but otherwise everything is silent.
"Yantang Prefecture." Wu Shuang's gaze fell on the man, his eyes as bright as a torch. "Among the nine countries in the world, there is no place called Yantang Prefecture. I traveled far and wide in the world in my early years, and I have never heard of it. Pass."
The man's smile did not change, "I am indeed from Yantang Prefecture. It is probably because my brother has not set foot in the world for a long time. It is too old and some place names are confused. The world is so big, and the sect leader has a very good memory, so it is inevitable that he will remember it. When it’s wrong.”
Wu Shuangzai stared at the face of the man who called himself Yan Jiaqing carefully. After a long time, he lowered his eyelids, brushed his green robe, and took a sip of Duling wine. He didn't know what he was thinking, but looked towards the middle of the river, "Fisherman" What's the explanation? Depending on your ability, the fish you catch are unusual even if you think about it. You can't just catch a few fish kings from the Sanmen River and exchange them with others for some luck."
Yan Jiaqing had just finished drinking the wine in the pot. When he heard this, he waved his hands repeatedly, moved the wine pot away with some reluctance, and said with a flat mouth, "I am wronged by these words, and the zodiac energy is just prepared for the next generation of spirit fishermen. Even if I want to use this good fortune to try my luck in a gambling house and make some money to buy wine, I still have a thief's heart but no ability. This yellow rope does have infinite magical powers, but I want to get the zodiac energy from it for me. It's just a fool's errand, maybe I'll get beaten up by this broken rope."
Seeing that Wu Shuang did not ask questions for a long time, Yan Jiaqing felt bored and sighed, "Fishing is my only profession in Yantang Prefecture. Generations have carried this yellow rope on their backs and never changed it. If the grade is calculated based on magic treasures, it is probably a bit higher than ordinary spiritual treasures. Lingbao channels the spirits, and the candidates for fisherman in the past are also selected by this yellow rope. Once selected, the magic treasure recognizes its owner. Then you have to be responsible for fishing for zodiac energy in the mountains and rivers, or clinging to people with zodiac energy, taking away a little bit of luck, and leaving it for the next generation of fishermen."
Perhaps because he saw Wu Shuang's unkind expression, Yan Jiaqing stopped hiding it and revealed all the details, "It's said to be stealing luck and fortune, but the fishermen of the past dynasties spent their entire lives accumulating tens of thousands of zodiac energy, or It is obtained from between the big rivers, or fished from the side of the beautiful water. As for taking it from the people who are clinging to it, it is really insignificant. There is indeed a lot of zodiac energy needed to save one's life and break through the situation, but if it is not a last resort, fishing Lang never uses other people's luck, but only uses the ownerless zodiac energy accumulated in daily life. This has been the case for thousands of years. It is both a rule and an iron law."
"Then why do you have to come to Nangong Mountain? With your ability, you shouldn't worry about running out of money. You can just be a teacher incognito and use your talents for your needs." As for what Yan Jiaqing said before, Wu Shuang did not comment. Change the subject and ask. Yan Jiaqing chuckled, "Of course it's good to enjoy the shade under the big tree. As a fisherman on this level, it's easy for the Xian family to miss you when walking around the rivers and lakes. As the saying goes, a real person doesn't show his face. If he's not a real person, then that's something that should be avoided, isn't it? ?”
The ability to steal luck and fortune is enough to fascinate monks all over the world. The clues can only be found in the classics. Although there is not much ink in a few pens, it is also suspected of damaging one's moral character. Therefore, such magical powers have always been used. Yan Jiaqing's words were not tolerated by the Immortal Family. He said he was afraid of losing his identity, but in fact he was talking about fearing that his sect would be exposed.
"There is always no shortage of Qingtian old trees, let alone how can you dare to assert that Nangong Mountain can allow you to live under the mountain for a long time?" Wu Shuang has been accustomed to such flattery since he was the fourth son of his family. Hearing Yan Jiaqing's words , Gu Jing did not waver, just asked playfully.
"Brother, please don't get angry first. Just listen to what I say next." Yan Jiaqing smiled and drank by himself. After he was satisfied, he put away the hollow wine pot and said, "What happened in the Northern Yanze Kingdom must have happened to Sect Leader Wu as well." I have heard that the monster in the big swamp has something to do with the fisherman. If the monster really wakes up, I am afraid that ordinary practitioners will not be able to stop it. To put it harshly, I am willing to take action to defend against the enemy. There is not even one immortal family out of ten, let alone those old guys hiding in the mountains for fear of losing their lifespan?"
"The zodiac energy in the yellow rope, according to the senior fisherman, can best withstand the power of the monster. Not to mention turning against the guests, it can at least save lives and protect Nangong Mountain. The young man I asked you for a few days ago is 90% Jiu is the next generation of fisherman. Even if he leaves in the future, this incense and love will be enough to protect Nangong Mountain without worries."
"In troubled times, it's not a shame to find a corner of peace." Yan Jiaqing spoke softly and looked at the silent green-robed swordsman, waiting for the next words.
The river breeze blows, but it only adds to the boredom.
An old fish looked out of the river by the faint lights on the boat, opened and closed its lips, and exerted all its strength, but still did not jump out of the river, only a faint sound of its tail slapping the river. , spread far and wide.
"gone."
The green-robed swordsman stood up, without wielding his sword, and walked out of the groggy fog step by step.
Walking slowly.
