Woxi Village is named after this stream, and the round stones next to the stream carry many memories of Wu Fan.
Recalling those days, he put his hands behind his head, lying on his back on a stone and watching the clouds roll in and out, imagining that one day he could soar in the sky like a bird.
But he didn't expect that due to many changes in the past few years, the lack of spiritual energy made even the use of magic become a luxury.
In the haze, Wu Fan heard someone calling him, but he was entangled in memory and didn't pay attention at all.
However, the sudden danger immediately alerted Wu Fan. Could it be that his whereabouts had been discovered?
Stabbing the Lingyin Rod behind him, Wu Fan only felt that he was blocked by two distances, one was forcing him back his attack, and the other was pulling him back.
Wu Fan was about to resist, but stopped when he saw the situation in front of him clearly.
"Little friend, what are you crazy about?"
"Master, please show mercy!"
Appearing behind Wu Fan was a child of about six or seven years old. At this time, the latter was frightened and was looking at him tremblingly.
"What's going on?" Wu Fan looked around, but there was no threat other than that.
Seeing Wu Fan regaining consciousness, the old immortal and the opera ghost breathed a sigh of relief.
They had warned Wufan several times that someone was approaching, but the latter did not respond at all. If they had not stopped Wufan's movements in time, the innocent child would have been doomed.
Seeing tears welling up in the child's eyes, Wu Fan hurriedly leaned down and touched the child's head: "Don't be afraid, I was just joking with you."
"Really?" The child said timidly, perhaps sensing that the other party did not have any ill intentions.
"Of course it's true..." As he spoke, Wu Fan's eyes suddenly froze. Just now he was only looking for the adults, and then he noticed his appearance and exclaimed: "Brother Wu Hao!" ap.
"Huh?" The child scratched his head, "Brother, how do you know my name?"
Although many years have passed, Wu Fan immediately recognized each other when they met again.
With so many thoughts on his mind, Wu Fan suppressed his excitement, swallowed countless words, and said calmly: "I am a friend of your teacher, and I heard him mention you."
"Mr.'s friend should also be Mister..." Wu Hao suddenly became nervous and hurriedly saluted: "Wu Hao, please give your regards to Mister!"
"Uh..." Wu Fan was a little surprised, but he acquiesced. After all, this "Sir" was more pleasant to the ears and easier to accept than "Big Brother".
Seeing that the other party suddenly became embarrassed, Wu Fan certainly understood that he was under the influence of Wu Mian, so he could only shake his head and smile, and continued to ask: "Wu Hao, what are you doing here?"
"Mr. Hui, Wu Hao originally planned to find someone to play with, but these guys said it was too cold outside, and they all stayed in their rooms and refused to come out. It's really disgusting! The weather is so nice now, where is the cold? Why don't I feel that way?" Wu Hao explained with a depressed look.
Wu Fan snickered in his heart when he heard this. Wu Hao was always a restless man. It snowed heavily in Woxi Village for several days, but it finally cleared up today. Even if the snow covered half of his body, it could not trap this restless heart.
After going around a long circle, Wu Hao didn't find any playmates, but when he passed by, he saw a figure by the stream, and then waded over in the snow.
After explaining, Wu Hao looked at the backpack with a rope on the ground curiously and asked, "Sir, what are you doing here?"
"Catching fish." There is nothing to hide about this kind of thing, Wu Fan said matter-of-factly.
"Catching fish?" Wu Hao suddenly laughed when he heard this, "Sir, you really like to joke. How can you catch a fish with a rope?"
It was the same laughter, but with a different flavor. It was as if the person in front of him was completely sincere, especially pure, without any unnecessary emotions.
"Sir, please wait a moment. There is a fishing net at Uncle Yu's house. I will get it for you!" Wu Hao was enthusiastic.
"There's no need, I still have this thing." Wu Fan patted the backpack.
While talking
, Wufan tied the rope to the backpack, and then stuck the Lingyin rod at the bottom of the backpack to increase the weight.
"Old immortal, please."
"Hmph." Being often used as a tool by Wu Fan, the old immortal was too lazy to struggle in vain.
"Sir, is this all right?" Wu Hao was a little surprised when he saw Wu Fan throwing the basket into the water. The basket sank vertically. He wanted to catch the fish like this, but in the end he only had four words: "Whoever wishes, enter" Basket".
"Well, just wait patiently."
Wu Fan sat cross-legged on the stone. When Wu Hao saw this, he also waited aside. For some reason, Wu Hao always felt that the person next to him was very friendly and he couldn't be wary at all.
"Hmph! Every time the hard work is done by the old immortal, but this guy, Huabu Lao'er, is carefree..." Soaked in the clear and cold stream, the old immortal muttered to himself while spinning the spiritual yin stick, feeling So unfair.
Wu Fan and Xi Gui had long been accustomed to this tough-talking and soft-hearted guy, so they let him complain.
The cold air reversed, and a whirlpool suddenly formed on the water surface, sucking all the passing fish into it and trapping them in the basket.
"My little friend, I hope you can keep your word and don't forget the deal between us!" When the matter was over, the old fairy did not forget to remind him.
"Don't worry! When have I ever deceived you?" Wu Fan smiled helplessly. The reason why the old immortal agreed so happily this time was because he never wanted to be locked by Wu Fan again.
Seeing Wu Fan, he threw the basket into the river and pulled it up. Wu Hao shook his head and sighed: "Oh, sir, I told you this won't work... ah!"
But before he finished speaking, he saw the silver scales in the basket on his back beating. In just a few breaths, it was filled with half a basket of fish, and it was still quite big!
How could he not remember that the stream was so fertile? If it weren't for the twelfth lunar month of winter, he would have wanted to jump down and find out for himself.
"Sir, you are truly a god!" Wu Hao's eyes filled with deep admiration.
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"Wu Mian! What are you fussing about?" Qingluan couldn't help but asked after being disturbed by the noise downstairs.
"Oh! It's not all my sister-in-law's idea..." Wu Mian stopped and felt his arms were numb. "Before he went out, he thought the wood I chopped was too thick, and he said that fine wood makes a fine fire! It’s nonsense!”
"Just do whatever She'er tells you to do. Where did all this nonsense come from!" After hearing this, Qingluan immediately changed his tone.
After a moment of silence, Qingluan's voice suddenly became anxious: "What? She'er isn't here? Where has he gone?"
"Sister-in-law, don't panic! This guy just went fishing!" Wu Mian said helplessly, not understanding why Qingluan was so nervous about this guy.
"Catching fish? Where can he catch fish in this weather?" Qingluan wondered.
"That's right..." Wu Mian shrugged and murmured in a low voice: "He just wanted to catch a fish while holding a rope. He thought he was the one Jiang Taigong wanted to take the bait? In my opinion, he was probably afraid of losing face, no? Dare to come back!"
Satisfied with the rest, Wu Mian was about to swing the ax again: "Sister-in-law, just wait a little longer. I'll finish my work and go outside to look for him."
"No need..." As he spoke, Qingluan had already opened the window a crack, and saw a wisp of green smoke burning by the stream in the distance. Under the green smoke, two figures were sitting opposite each other, chatting happily.
"Sister-in-law, what did you say?" Qingluan's sentence was so short that it was completely covered up by the sound of chopping wood.
"I said you just do your own thing. It's hard for the two of them to meet each other, so let them chat for a while..." After saying that, Qingluan sighed softly and slowly closed the window.
"What are you guys? Who is scolding me behind my back?" Wu Mian muttered in his heart, and Wu Mian started to jingle again.
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"I understand! Sir, you must be an immortal!" Listening to the sizzling sound in front of him, Wu Hao took a deep breath of the aroma and his eyes lit up.
"Ahem, cough, cough..." Wu Fan, who was concentrating on grilling fish, was choked by Wu Hao's sudden throat, and his face was speechless: "Why did you say that?"
"Yes sir...no, yes
Mr. Wu Mian told us! Wu Hao's face turned red with excitement: "He said that as long as we don't make any noise, he will introduce the immortal to see us. Sir, he did not deceive us!"
Wu Fan's face turned dark. In order to maintain order in the classroom, Wu Mian did talk about this topic a lot. Although these words were almost the same and full of flaws, they were very useful and were enough to deceive a group of children.
"Wu Hao, remember, don't listen to Wu Mian's nonsense in the future! And I'm not an immortal, I'm just...well, Xianyun Yehe!" Wu Fan really didn't know how to introduce himself, so he said casually.
"But..." Wu Hao wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Wu Fan.
"The fish is grilled, eat it quickly! Otherwise it will be cold later." Wu Fan said, handing over a fragrant grilled fish.
No one can resist the temptation of delicious food, let alone a child.
Wu Hao's eyes were already shining because of the aroma, but now that he was exposed to this delicious food up close, he was even more enlightened and put everything aside.
"It's delicious! It's so delicious!" Wu Hao no longer cared about etiquette and muttered as he ate, "As expected of food made by an immortal, the taste is hundreds of times better than what my mother makes! No, it's a thousand times better! "
Wu Fan smiled bitterly when he heard this. If Wu Hao heard this, he would probably spread the ass of this "white-eyed wolf"...
Wu Hao was still not satisfied after eating a piece of grilled fish, and looked at Wu Fan's hands with a pair of sneaking eyes.
This fish was originally prepared for the other party. When Wu Fan saw this, his eyes suddenly flashed: "Wu Hao, do you still want to eat fish?"
Wu Hao swallowed and shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, Mr. Xianren hasn't eaten yet, Wu Hao doesn't dare to be rude!"
Wu Fan was too lazy to pay attention to what the other party called him, and said seriously: "Wu Hao, as long as you promise me something, I will give you the fish to eat!"
How could the immortal's request be easy? Wu Hao felt a little nervous, but when he thought that it involved eating fish, Wu Hao suddenly made up his mind and agreed bravely.
"I want you...not to join the Jade Pot Sect no matter what!" Wu Fan said solemnly.
"Ah?" Wu Hao was a little surprised, and then suddenly said with a sad face: "Mr. Immortal, you think too highly of me. How can an ordinary person like me have such ability! Let alone joining the Yuhu Sect, even leaving the village I have never thought about this!"
"That's best." Although he was a little surprised, Wu Fan still breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as Wu Hao does not join the Jade Pot Sect, he will not disappear mysteriously, and it is difficult to find a trace until now.
Although Wu Hao would live an ordinary life like this, at least he could save his life and spend his life in peace.
As for the subsequent catastrophe of Woxi Village... Since he is here, he must defend this place to the death and never let anything happen!
"Maybe this is the meaning of my coming here..."
