Chu Ming frowned secretly, this bad woman wanted to kill her and make her angry.
He looked at Jiang Zhilan. Jiang Zhilan was smiling evilly, with two smart fox eyes smiling like crescents, and waving her delicate hands mockingly.
It seemed like she was retaliating against him for praising Li Haimeng's beauty over her.
He quickly explained to Mo Wangu: "Uncle Taishi, don't listen to her nonsense."
"What this disciple is practicing is just the simplest fishing method. How can it compare with the superb fishing skills of my great uncle?"
Mo Wangu smiled and said: "Haha, since you also know that your own fishing skills are not as good as mine, why don't you just let me give you some pointers?"
Chu Ming was speechless for a moment and seemed to have no choice but to agree...
"I was just afraid of disturbing Grand Master's uncle and the ancestors' fishing, so I thought of leaving first."
"Since the great uncle is so kind, the disciples are naturally willing to listen to the teachings of the great uncle."
Mo Wangu nodded with satisfaction, "In that case, let's give it a try first."
"Let me see how good you are first."
"Uh... Okay, disciple, I obey." Chu Ming said respectfully.
He looked at his panel.
[Introduction to Spirit Fish Fishing (Perfect: 9988/10000)]
This fishing method will soon reach the extraordinary level, and it may unlock fishing-related entries, allowing him to catch better spiritual fish.
However, he didn't intend to win. It was enough to use his Dacheng realm fishing skills to catch an ordinary spirit fish weighing two kilograms.
If he really wins Mo Wangu, not only will he lose face, but he will also win a magic weapon from him.
Who knows if the other person is the kind of person who appears generous but is actually petty?
If that were the case, I would be in trouble.
Although you have to stay with him for three days and three nights if you lose, it seems that this option is the safest.
When the opportunity comes, he will surpass his extraordinary fishing skills and catch a few top-quality spiritual fish, and then attribute the credit to his good guidance.
As soon as he is happy, he will probably let himself go.
Xiao Yuying took Chu Ming's hand and encouraged: "Brother, work harder, maybe you can win."
Chu Ming waved his hand and said: "Junior sister is joking, how can I be the opponent of Grand Master's uncle?"
Lao Han smiled from behind and said, "Even if I can't win, I will be very lucky to have the guidance of my great uncle."
Mo Wangu pulled up the fishing line, and a transparent crystal bait ball was connected underneath.
He smiled and said to Chu Ming: "The competition method is very simple. From now on, you and I will each catch a spiritual fish."
"Whoever has higher quality wins, so what?"
Chu Ming nodded, "The disciple then dared to compete with Grand Master's uncle."
Then the fishing line is pulled up and then lowered again to re-condensate the spiritual bait.
Mo Wangu first suspended the spiritual bait ball in the air and condensed the spiritual bait.
Upon closer inspection, the spiritual bait he condensed turned out to be a small golden dragon, winding and circling in the small crystal ball.
He smiled proudly, "I use this spiritual bait to catch golden-scaled fish, but there should be no problem if I can use it to catch other top-quality spiritual fish."
Chu Ming complimented him, Mo Wangu laughed, and then started fishing.
In addition to Lao Han and Xiao Yuying, Li Haimeng and Jiang Zhilan have also been paying attention to the news on their side.
The other ancestors of Houshan didn't think it was interesting and just focused on catching their own spiritual fish.
At the same time, they are also discussing why the time interval between the golden scale fish's appearance is so short.
Some people have caught spiritual fish with different colors and weird looks. They are obviously high-grade spiritual fish, but they are not gold-scaled fish.
Some people also felt that the Golden Scale Fish was no longer here, so they moved to another place.
In the distant direction of the sect, people also came to fish one after another. The inner disciples flew over, while most of the outer disciples came by boat.
However, he did not join them. Instead, he went to other places where there were few people, and even went to the lake area outside in groups.
About a stick of incense later, Mo Wangu's fishing line moved. With a slight lift, he caught a three-foot-long strip of spiritual fish.
This spirit fish is as thin as a finger and is white in color, like noodles. It looks completely different from ordinary spirit fish.
Old Han was surprised and said: "It is actually a longevity fish. It is said that after eating this spiritual fish, monks in the Qi training realm can directly gain a hundred years of life."
"However, for high-level monks above Foundation Establishment, the life-span-increasing effect will gradually weaken."
"High-end spiritual fish can be divided into nine grades from low to high, with the highest being the first-grade golden-scaled fish."
"This spiritual fish should be of the sixth grade, which is already very rare."
However, Mo Wangu seemed a little dissatisfied and felt that his harvest was not very ideal.
He shook his head and said, "I didn't expect to catch only such a spiritual fish. Although it's not bad, it's still a bit unsatisfactory."
"Go on, let me see how good you are."
Chu Ming nodded and continued fishing.
Anyway, he has only used the fishing method of Dacheng Realm, so naturally he cannot compare with this longevity fish.
At this time, Jiang Zhilan smiled and said: "It's just a longevity fish."
"As long as this little Taoist brother has better luck, he should be able to win the competition easily."
“After all, fishing for spiritual fish depends not only on the quality of the fishing method, but also on opportunities.”
After hearing this, Chu Ming had a bad premonition in his heart.
You’re not really going to catch some top-notch spiritual fish through shit, are you?
While thinking, the fishing line has been pulled.
Chu Ming hesitated for a moment and then picked up the fish.
A palm-sized, magatama-shaped spirit fish was caught.
The fish flipped its body in the air, and everyone could see clearly that one side of the fish was black and the other was white.
The white side has black eyes, and the black side has white eyes.
Old Han was shocked, "This... this is the yin-yang fish!"
"It has a trace of the power of cause and effect. No matter who eats it and is reincarnated after death, they will definitely obtain a heavenly spirit root of one attribute in the second life."
"This is a third-grade spiritual fish!"
Everyone present couldn't help but look over, a little surprised. This spiritual fish should be the highest quality spiritual fish caught by everyone present.
Although it is of no use in this life's cultivation, it will definitely obtain the Heavenly Spiritual Root after reincarnation.
This is already a special prize for most low-level monks and is priceless.
No one expected that Mo Wangu would lose this competition.
I thought it was a sure-win ending, but it was nothing to watch.
I didn't expect this little monk to have such luck.
Chu Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The best spiritual fish that I had fished for hundreds of times before was finally caught when I least expected it.
It’s really fate that plays a trick on people.
At this time, the old woman laughed mockingly: "Mo Wangu, you really lost. You can't even compare to this junior."
Others couldn't help but joke a little.
Mo Wangu laughed, not caring about the ridicule.
He nodded and praised Chu Ming: "Well, not bad, good win!"
"I lost this contest."
Chu Ming said quickly: "This disciple just got lucky and caught this top-quality spiritual fish by chance."
"In terms of true ability, he is obviously not as good as Grand Master's uncle."
Mo Wangu shook his head, "It's not a fluke. Spirit fish fishing itself depends on luck and chance. Winning means strength."
"It seems that you are a person with great opportunities, but I don't have much chance to give you advice."
"Come on, you can choose any of my magic weapons and magic weapons."
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and hundreds of magic weapons flew out from his sleeves, floating in the air above the two of them.
Chu Ming cupped his hands and smiled, "I may not be able to use the magic weapons of my great uncle, so you might as well just give me a few talismans."
Mo Wangu said seriously: "This is the bet, how could I break my promise?"
"Just pick one. One more or one less is the same to me."
Li Haimeng spoke at this time, "Uncle Mo Taishi has always acted openly and aboveboard, and never goes back on his word."
"Don't think too much, just accept it with peace of mind."
Chu Ming had no choice but to hope that Mo Wangu was really like what she said.
He raised his head and scanned it, trying to pick out a magic weapon that didn't look very powerful.
While scanning, he noticed a short wooden stick.
There are grooves on one end and ridges on the other.
Why does this thing feel like it can be spliced together with my faucet stick?
Isn't this a part of the faucet rod?
