"What are you doing?"
Jiang Qin still wanted to remain indifferent.
But now that she has found Xia Zhichan's boat floating on the lake, she is naturally not as indifferent as she appears.
She can only hide her emotions in her eyes, like the sun hiding above the clouds. Even if there is light shining down into the sky, you can never see it.
"Isn't this obvious enough..."
Although Xia Zhichan didn't understand why Jiang Qin suddenly became indifferent to him again, he didn't take it to heart.
With a strong lift of his hand, he pulled the fishing line tied with stones out of the water.
"I'm fishing."
The raindrops falling from the sky became more urgent, and even small stones were swaying in the increasingly cold autumn wind.
The rustling and messy knocking sound was just like the woman's panicked heartstrings now.
Her originally cold face gradually melted away, her beautiful eyebrows moved closer to the middle, and the worry in her eyes was no longer concealed.
But Xia Zhichan was sitting with his back to her and didn't see her current expression.
"You can't catch fish this way."
Jiang Qin could only tell the truth. She didn't understand why Xia Zhichan was acting now, but she felt like there was a thin layer of mist between her and him, making it difficult for her to see clearly.
"That's not necessarily the case. Isn't there a story about Jiang Taigong fishing - and those who wish to take the bait?"
Xia Zhichan put the pebbles back under the water again.
The Jiang Taigong in his mouth is a very powerful legendary figure. Moreover, he is also a certain ancestor in their spiritual official lineage, a genius who was delayed.
Why do you say it was delayed? Because his surname is Jiang, and he is from the Daqi royal family. He is not only a royal, but also an... emperor.
Emperor Renzong of Daqi two hundred years ago.
He was the only son of the late emperor, and he was the prince from birth. Later, he sat on the throne of emperor at a young age and worked hard for sixty years to govern the world in an orderly manner.
But he was not happy, so he voluntarily abdicated the throne after taking power for a period of time, and gave the throne to the prince who was mature enough to take charge of politics. At the age of seventy-two, he went to Kunlong Mountain.
He became the oldest disciple in the history of Cuilong Mountain, and also the most distinguished disciple.
Enlightened in one year, he entered the Taoist teachings at the age of seventy-three, ascended the throne at the age of seventy-four, and knew heaven at the age of seventy-five. After that, it is said that he lived to be a full hundred years old.
After he reached the Zhitian realm, he traveled around the world. He once fished by the Wei River and made a bet with a passing woodcutter that he could catch fish without hooks and scented bait.
In the end he succeeded, and for a time the world praised him, but he did not say his name and just called himself Jiang Taigong.
So a common saying spread among the people, "Jiang Taigong fishes - those who wish will take the bait."
"Emperor Renzong is a strange man. My master once said that if he had not wasted a period of time in the mortal world, he might have become the fourth person to ascend to immortality after the three founding immortals."
Jiang Qin heard his master mention this ancestor and spoke highly of him.
"The world only knows Jiang Taigong who fished on the Weishui River, but it doesn't know why he made a bet with the woodcutter."
Xia Zhichan felt like laughing when she thought of the Taigong's handwriting she had read. He continued without waiting for Jiang Qin's answer:
"For the woodcutter's...wine."
It's hard to believe that a white-haired old man who was nearly eighty years old and a spiritual official in the Zhitian Realm who was once the emperor would actually make a ridiculous bet for the wine on the woodcutter's waist.
I don’t know what Jiang Taigong was thinking when he drank wine at that time. I don’t know what the woodcutter who lost the bet was thinking.
Jiang Qin said nothing, but smiled.
The raindrops falling from the sky became more urgent, and the rustling sound on the oil paper umbrella was even crisper and faster.
The autumn wind was blowing, and the whole boat was floating randomly on the foggy lake.
At this time, it was like a splash-ink landscape painting. On the vast, blank lake, there was only a small boat like a leaf swaying in the wind.
The man sitting at the bow of the boat holds a green bamboo fishing rod in his hand, while the woman in white behind him holds up an oil-paper umbrella.
That small square umbrella covered the entire lake from the wind and rain.
"Speaking of which, I don't seem to know your Taoist name yet..."
Xia Zhichan sat down and asked the woman to stand. He held the fishing rod and asked the woman to hold the oil-paper umbrella. Ordinary people would definitely feel embarrassed about this. He was also thick-skinned and didn't care at all.
Everyone in the Taoist sect has a Taoist name, just like Chimei. He uses the Taoist name when he goes out. Most people in the Taoist sect call each other by their Taoist name. Even if they have names, no one uses them.
When Jiang Qin met for the first time, he only introduced his name, but never mentioned his Taoist title.
"Tao number..."
The woman lowered her eyes for a rare moment and said softly:
"My Dao number... I don't know."
"I don't know? I don't know if I don't know... you took the Taoist title a little hastily."
As Xia Zhichan was talking, she suddenly seemed to remember something. Taoist titles in a Taoist sect are not chosen casually. For example, in Chimei, all three generations of disciples are from the "Chi" generation. Just like the red dragon, red snake, red horse and red monkey...
"'No' generation...what is your master's Taoist name?"
Jiang Qin thought for a while, and she seemed to have only heard her master mention the Taoist name once. That was when she first entered Longhu Mountain. The headmaster Zhang Taixuan personally took her to the top of the highest mountain and saw Kuzui. 's master.
"Master, the Taoist name is... Xuan Miao."
mysterious!
This word is not something that can be used casually. The people with the word "Xuan" in Xia Zhichan's memory are all disciples of the ancestor Wuya, which means they should be people from three hundred years ago.
A person can only live a hundred years at most. The longest-lived person in history is Zen Master Taomu of Wanfo Mountain. He lived for more than 120 years and has now passed away.
How could anyone live for three hundred years?
…
On Longhu Mountain, the woman sitting there seemed to be feeling something.
She just seemed to hear someone saying her Taoist number, so she turned her head and looked in one direction, which was the direction of Xia Zhichan and Jiang Qin who were thousands of miles away.
He pulled a cloud over casually, kneaded it a few times and threw it in that direction.
…
"If your master is really of the 'Xuan' generation, wouldn't he be several generations higher than Zhang Taixuan? He is called the Grand Master's Great Uncle by all the disciples in the mountain..."
Xia Zhichan turned her head curiously and looked at Jiang Qin, who was still a little confused. The latter shook his head in confusion.
"Haha, if that were true, wouldn't she be an old witch over three hundred years old..."
Before I finished speaking, I felt a drop of rain falling from the sky.
Snapped!
The raindrops all fell from the top, but this drop flew diagonally, and accidentally hit Xia Zhichan directly on the cheek.
There was a snap, as if someone had slapped him in the mouth.
"Hiss—it can't be true."
Xia Zhichan wiped the rain off her face, raised her head with lingering fear, and looked at the gray sky.
"Ahem, that... old--no, Jiang Qin's master must also be a very good-looking person."
Jiang Qin nodded.
"She must be a great beauty, like a fairy descending to earth...otherwise how could she have cultivated such a beautiful disciple as Jiang Qin."
In order to prevent some bad things from happening, the Taoist sect stipulates that male Taoist priests can only accept male disciples, and female Taoist priests can only accept female disciples. Unless they are men and women who have established a Taoist relationship, they even live in separate places and practice Taoist temples. of.
Xia Zhichan actually wanted to praise Jiang Qin's master who probably really lived for three hundred years, but she also casually said that Jiang Qin was good-looking.
Jiang Qin didn't know what Xia Zhichan was thinking, and thought he was praising herself. Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment, and the hand holding the oil-paper umbrella couldn't help but exert force, almost crushing the wooden umbrella handle.
Thousands of miles away on the mountain top, the woman seemed to hear Xia Zhichan's low-level compliments, and she showed a faint smile.
"You should have heard it..."
Xia Zhichan looked at the sky outside the umbrella. There were no raindrops suddenly hitting her, and she didn't know whether the person heard it or not.
Not to mention Xia Zhichan, who was Wu Yazi's apprentice three hundred years ago, he probably didn't dare to offend easily, even his teacher, the Master of Jilong Mountain, who entered the Zhitian Realm at a young age, probably wouldn't dare to offend him easily.
"Unexpectedly, your status is quite special... Then why did Zhang Taixuan ask you to come down to deal with Jiangcheng's affairs?"
Xia Zhichan always called the master of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Tianshi, by his first name. He never felt it was inappropriate, because he had met Zhang Tianshi, who was famous all over the world, and he didn't leave a deep impression on him.
"Master asked me to come."
As Jiang Qin spoke, he quietly spread out his left hand. The word written by his master was still clearly there. He didn't know what the master's original thoughts were when he wrote it.
Does this word have anything to do with the man in front of me?
Maybe the master meant that she could not return to the mountain until summer, or something else. In short, it may not have an absolute relationship with Xia Zhichan.
"Your master..."
Xia Zhichan's heart moved, as if something flashed past him. He wanted to catch it but couldn't. He was frowning and thinking hard.
The fishing line in his hand was stretched again.
The green bamboo fishing rod was bent little by little, and ripples appeared where the fishing line fell, although it was not obvious on the lake surface that was being pounded by the rapidly falling raindrops.
When Xia Zhichan realized it, the fishing rod in his hand was about to fall into the water. He could only stand up suddenly and hold the fishing rod tightly with both hands.
"A fish is hooked!"
The fishing line was stretched straight, and the green bamboo fishing rod was pulled and pressed into an almost semicircular shape.
The oil-paper umbrella was meant for one person. In order to cover both of them, Jiang Qin stood very close to Xia Zhichan. When the latter suddenly stood up, she could only subconsciously take a step back.
Without the protection of the oil-paper umbrella, dense raindrops fell on Xia Zhichan again, soaking his thin cotton clothes completely.
"ah!"
Xia Zhichan tried his best to compete with the power under the water. This time, he clearly felt that the stone was definitely not hooked somewhere. Because if it is hooked somewhere, the fishing line will not sink even if you don't pull it.
It was different now. I clearly felt that there was a force wrestling with me, fighting for the initiative of the fishing rod through the slender fishing line.
boom!
Nan Erxuan's fishing rod was better than Xia Zhichan's, so this time the fishing line broke.
Xia Zhichan fell out of control, knocking Jiang Qin down with him. He turned around with his last effort and put his hands on the wooden boards on both sides.
He was face to face with the woman very close.
The rain was still falling, soaking all of Jiang Qin's clothes, and the wet corners of their clothes were stuck together.
"Jiang Qin..."
Xia Zhichan seemed to have made up his mind. He stared at the woman's somewhat overwhelmed eyes and said seriously every word:
"Can I... feed you?"
