Yang Zhao discovered that every old sea clan member is a big goblin. Even if he lies there silently, his aura is as majestic as a mountain.
"With such a high level of cultivation, do you still need to be picked on by others in the sea market?"
Shen Ruoyu's eyes were full of sadness: "These are the ones who have a short life span. The competition in the sea is fierce. The sea clans who have a short life span are the targets of the young sea clans. They don't want to continue this precarious life, so they just want to find a way to survive." A good place to retire.”
Yang Zhao still couldn't understand that there must be a relationship of interest.
Shen Ruoyu: "The master's family provides them with a safe retirement environment. After they die of old age, their treasures will belong to the master's family."
Yang Zhao lowered his voice and whispered: "At that time, what will happen if someone crushes his body into ashes?"
A strange voice suddenly sounded: "What's the matter? We, the Sea Clan, don't value these things. You can eat me after I die."
She was startled by the sound and turned to look at an old man sitting on the floor.
This man was old and had drooped eyelids, as if he was asleep. He was wearing brown and black clothes and sitting quietly at the bottom of the water. If he didn't say that he was from the sea tribe, Yang Zhao would only think that he was a human being.
She quickly got off the big fish, bowed and bowed.
"Old sir, please forgive me. I offended you by making a mistake."
"There's nothing offensive about this, it's just the curiosity of young people."
The old man smiled and looked at Shen Ruoyu who was slowly getting off the fish.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, I haven't seen you for many years, but you died earlier than me. How cool is it to be a ghost?"
"Buddha Amitayus, I never thought I would see you, an old shark. Why don't you go and be the King of the Mountain today instead of sitting here?"
"I don't have much life left, so naturally I have to sit here. The biggest advantage of my fish is that I can live with my old age." The old man stood up slowly.
"Daoyou Shen and I are old friends. Let's go have a drink together!"
Shen Ruoyu: "It's better to be respectful than obey orders."
Yang Zhao quickly paid the bill to the big fish boss behind him and followed behind his master.
The old man stepped forward, walking three to five feet away in three or two steps. Shen Ruoyu grabbed Yang Zhao's shoulders and walked side by side with the old man.
The two came to an undersea tavern. This tavern was carved out of an undersea rock. A large rock three to four feet high was hollowed out and carved into the tavern.
The two of them were sitting in front of the window on the third floor, and Xiaoyu, who acted as the second brother, swam over to order food.
"Just have some of your specialty dishes, and give us a pot of water."
Xiaoyu flicked his tail and left. Yang Zhao followed Xiaoyu to find the counter. He put down the money first and asked the boss to serve more good dishes and keep a few bottles of good wine.
"Don't worry, sir, I will never let you miss out on food and drinks."
Yang Zhao walked back to the third floor, found a table not far away, and asked Xiaoyu to serve her some dishes.
It was a reunion of old friends, so she had better not join in the fun. If she needed anything, Shen Ruoyu could see her just by waving his hand.
The disadvantages of drinking with ghosts became apparent. Although the two of them toasted frequently, Shen Ruoyu didn't drink a sip of wine or eat a sip of food, which made Yang Zhao very embarrassed.
But there was nothing he could do. The real conditions were there, and Shen Ruoyu could only take a whiff.
Old Shark pointed at Yang Zhao: "Is that your junior?"
Shen Ruoyu twirled the silver conch in his hand: "The junior who came here first, I will accompany her here to see the world."
Old Shark: "Your Yunyang Temple didn't have a strong population hundreds of years ago, and now it's even more depleted. You actually have to rely on a dead ghost like you to take the younger generation around."
Shen Ruoyu: "At least I still have juniors. What about you, you were once a great demon and the overlord of the sea, but now you don't have any juniors to serve you? How did you end up sitting there?"
Old Shark picked up the wine and took a sip: "What happened back then can't be forgotten. At least I can still have a sip of wine, which is much better than Fellow Daoist Shen."
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The two of them didn't know what to talk about, and they didn't stop even though it was getting late.
Yang Zhao was eating and waiting at the table next to him. When he saw that the dishes and drinks on top were running low, he asked Xiao Eryu to fill them with new ones.
Shen Ruoyu hooked his hands and Yang Zhao trotted over.
"You should go back first, the two of us will probably stay up all night."
The old man took out a small sword from his sleeve and handed it to her.
"This is the first time we meet, just go ahead and play with it."
Yang Zhao looked at Shen Ruoyu, saw him nodding, reached out to take the small sword and bowed to express his thanks.
"Thank you, senior, for the reward."
Shen Ruoyu made a secret with one hand and pointed one finger at the center of her eyebrows.
"If you touch it with your spiritual power, it will attract three thunderbolts to protect you."
The old shark laughed when he heard this: "In my territory, are you still afraid that she will be kidnapped by others?"
Shen Ruoyu glanced at him and said nothing.
Yang Zhao stretched out his hand and touched the center of his brow: "Master, don't worry. I'll go out and rent a big fish and go back. I won't go out for fun."
She said goodbye to the two of them, turned around and came out of the small building, waved to a big fish, sat on the back of the big fish and returned to the Shell Hotel.
On this day, although I didn’t visit many stalls, the videos I took were also very unique.
Yang Zhao edited the video and posted it online.
