Xiaoyu had lunch in the tavern, came out of the tavern, hummed a waterside song sung by everyone in the south of the Yangtze River, and followed the horse path towards Laomaqiao.
Xiyun Lake, beside Laomaqiao.
Weeping willows reflect the lake, and the sunshine warms you.
"Uncle Liu, are you ready to eat?" Xiao Yu squatted on the bridge pier with dogtail grass in his mouth, looking at an old fishing man sitting on the round pebbles under the old willow tree.
The old fisherman was none other than Uncle Liu.
When Uncle Liu saw the fishing line moving, he ignored Xiao Yu and concentrated on watching the movement in the water, trying his hand.
A slow motion, a slow motion, a slow motion.
Gradually pull and loosen, release and retract appropriately. When the fish is tight, pull hard and pull a crucian carp about five inches out of the water.
Uncle Liu raised his left hand and swung his cuff slightly. The strong wind passed by and he had already firmly held the crucian carp in his hand.
When Xiaoyu was practicing swordplay, his master often said that people with strong winds are also good at martial arts. When dealing with such masters, you have to think twice before making a move. If you make a careless move, you will lose your life.
The strong wind that Uncle Liu used to catch fish was much stronger than that of ordinary people.
When Kong Jian was first killed in Huatan Temple, Xiaoyu had already investigated it. Kong Jian was practicing Buddhism in Huatan Temple and privately practicing the Buddhist forbidden skills of the Bone-Destroying Palm. His state of mind conflicted with the skills, and the Buddhist internal skills were inconsistent. The vicious martial arts methods are in conflict with each other, so his body has already suffered from diseases due to the indiscriminate practice.
Although nothing can be seen at ordinary times, at the end of the Chen period, the meridians are bound to be disordered and several large acupuncture points are painful. It is necessary to read the sutras and feel at ease in order to survive the symptoms of internal force surging in several large acupuncture points on the body.
It was precisely for this reason that Xiao Yu chose to kill him at the Sutra Pavilion at the end of that rainy day.
At any other time, Xiaoyu wouldn't have been able to kill him with one quick sword move.
After all, Kong Jian is the elder of the Luohan Hall of Huatan Temple. The monks in the Luohan Hall are all warrior monks. It is not easy to kill an elder. Huatan Temple has a good reputation in the south of the Yangtze River. It can be ranked in front of several major sects. Position is not an empty name.
Master has said that a killer needs to find a good time to kill. Timing and timing are time and opportunity.
Xiao Yu saw that Uncle Liu was a master, but Uncle Liu still didn't know that Xiao Yu was actually the number one killer on the seventh floor in front of him, Ji Ruge.
Xiaoyu still doesn't know that the big fish Uncle Liu wants to catch is actually himself.
Uncle Liu's technique for catching fish is fast and accurate, ruthless and fierce, but with just the right amount of force.
Uncle Liu concentrated on unhooking the fishhook from the fish's mouth, but he did not notice a hint of cunning in Xiaoyu's eyes.
Xiaoyu secretly thought: Uncle Liu's strong wind is top-notch in terms of strength and speed, but I don't know what kind of master he is. He insists on fishing in Xiyun Lake, and he doesn't know what kind of fish he wants to catch? Fortunately, Uncle Liu was not one of his targets, otherwise it would have taken a lot of effort to kill Uncle Liu.
Uncle Liu gently threw the crucian carp in his hand into a bamboo basket on one side, pulled out a small red earthworm from a pottery pot on one side, and hung it up.
With a carefree throw, his wrist strength was astonishing, and he threw the bait several feet away and fell into the water, firmly.
On ordinary days, he looks like an old fisherman in his dying years who is ready to spend the rest of his life in peace, but when he is fishing, his true nature is fully displayed.
Xiaoyu said in surprise, no wonder Uncle Liu said he could help Uncle Six deal with those who made trouble in the world. It turned out that Uncle Liu himself was a master of martial arts.
"What's wrong, you brat? Aren't you going to farm today?" Uncle Liu asked Xiao Yu after finishing the fishing.
Uncle Liu spoke in a slow and even tone, which would sound just like an ordinary old man to ordinary people. But Xiaoyu heard this and knew that this person had a good level of internal cultivation, and his seemingly old and frail voice was full of energy.
Xiaoyu didn't learn much from her master and the old man. Apart from a light kung fu and a quick sword, she also had a lot of bad ideas and bad ideas to deal with people.
Xiao Yu rarely comes into contact with internal cultivation, but Master has said that he does not have good internal skills for Xiao Yu. But for those who are high in internal cultivation, the easiest way is to identify them through their voices. For those with sufficient Qi, their voices Slow and gentle, every word is clear to the ear, without any sloppiness.
If the target is a master, one must be extremely careful.
Xiaoyu only saw the strong wind of Uncle Liu catching fish and listened to the breath of his voice, and knew that this person was a master.
Please be careful in future contact.
"The seedlings have been planted in the fields, and the grass has grown up. There is nothing to do anymore. Thanks to the gang of people who dominate Daomen, the tavern has completely closed down for a holiday (in ancient times, the holiday was called a holiday)." Xiaoyu stretched out his hand. He took one leg and sat on the railing of the old horse bridge, dangling, unable to conceal the pleasure between his brows.
Uncle Liu didn't look at Xiaoyu, he just stared at the fishing line on the water.
"Then you don't have much time to spare."
"Well, well, well, uncle Liu said that if you are in charge of the food, you can get by." Xiao Yu chuckled, "I don't have any big ideas. At this age, it is no longer possible to obtain fame. It’s a lie that I can make a world of myself with my body. In this troubled world, it’s good to just survive.”
Hearing this, Uncle Liu nodded slightly and said with a smile, "At such a young age, I know how to be content."
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyu jumped off the railing and walked on the bluestone steps of Laomaqiao to go to the old tea house next to Zuiyu Tower to listen to books.
"Where to go?"
Seeing Xiao Yu about to leave, Uncle Liu opened his mouth slightly and asked softly.
Xiaoyu replied: "Let's go to the teahouse to hear about the book."
Uncle Liu added: "Lunch hasn't been delivered yet. While I'm listening to a book, I asked the boss when my meal will be delivered. I have to hurry up. I'm hungry."
Xiaoyu curled her lips and said, "Okay, you've always been waiting."
Lao Ma Tea House.
Lao Ma Teahouse is next to Zuiyulou, a brothel. The number of people listening to books is still more drinkers than tea drinkers.
There are often actors singing songs in Zuiyu Tower, but there are few storytellers.
This is not the case at Lao Ma Tea House. There are few singers and many storytellers.
There are also one or two old storytellers stationed there to attract customers for the tea shop. There are many prostitutes and customers in Zuiyu Tower. As long as they are not very busy, those businessmen after the romantic period will always take a break at Lao Ma Tea House. Stop and listen to the storyteller talk about the heroes in this troubled world.
There are a lot of idle people in the tea shop, especially people like Xiao Yu who don’t order tea and just lean on the shed outside to listen.
The owner of Lao Ma Tea House is also a local of Xiyun Lake. He wants to be lively and can earn a few pennies of tea money from acquaintances in the countryside, so he will not drive away free customers.
Xiao Yu walked lazily and slowly walked into the side shed of Lao Ma Tea House. She found a seat with more people and sat on the fence. She watched the people in front of her and took in the excitement and prepared to listen for a while. storytelling.
Naturally, he went to the tea shop counter first, asked the shopkeeper, and arranged lunch for Uncle Liu.
