Great Song catcher

Chapter 161 Three Ways
"Little lunatic!"

"Bring me the fishing rod!"

Above Dongting Lake.

An old man's voice came from a small fishing boat. It sounded full of spirit, and it spread far away along the surface of the water.

And Nie Feng was lying on his back on the deck of the boat, basking in the sun with his eyes closed. Hearing the old man's shout, he directly handed over the fishing rod beside him.

"I said, Mr. Hong, as the old leader of the beggar gang, you want to eat fish so many disciples and grandchildren will catch you, why bother to come here to fish by yourself?" Nie Feng said leisurely.

"What do little hairy children know? This fish is only delicious if you catch it yourself."

The old gang leader Hong Sihai casually threw the wine gourd beside him.

Nie Feng was also honest and blunt. After taking the gourd, he took a big gulp into his mouth. The cold liquid full of medicinal fragrance went down his throat and entered his stomach. Nie Feng suddenly felt a burst of warmth spread.

"You boy is really a freak that you don't see in a century. Ordinary people have suffered injuries like yours, let alone walking around. Now that you can breathe, you have accumulated virtue from your ancestors. But you are lucky. You will be alive and kicking within half a month."

The old gang leader Hong Sihai is an old man with white beard and hair. His long gray hair is tied up with a thin hemp rope. He is wearing a thick linen shirt and a coir raincoat over it. He is sitting on the bow of the boat with a bamboo hat, looking He is no different from an ordinary fisherman, and it is difficult for anyone to associate this old man with Hong Sihai, who was famous in China back then.

Nie Feng straightened up and sat leaning against the cabin, and said with a smile: "Isn't it thanks to the medicinal wine that your old man gave me, otherwise the younger generation wouldn't be able to recover so quickly."

"Hahaha……"

Hong Sihai laughed heartily: "That's absolutely right. This medicinal wine is made from spirit springs mixed with dozens of medicines. It is the only one in the world, and there is no semicolon!"

This time, the Double Ninth Festival has already ended, and all the sects who came to participate in the conference also left one after another. After circling for several days, the people from the six sects also dispersed. Only Nie Feng remained here.

It was also he and Hong Sihai who fell in love with each other. Although the two were more than a hundred years apart in age, they became friends. In order to heal his wounds, Hong Sihai specially prepared medicinal wine for him.

Nie Feng accompanied Hong Sihai fishing every day, and when he was free, he listened to Hong Sihai talking about the history of the rivers and lakes a hundred years ago, and his life was considered carefree.

The only thing that makes Nie Feng a little depressed is that the meridians in his body are still broken, Kong has a peerless skill, but it can only be stored in the dantian and cannot be used.

But he is not in a hurry, anyway, the matter has come to this point, it is useless to be anxious, maybe at some point, the meridians will be connected automatically.

"Hooked!"

With a flick of the fishing rod in Hong Sihai's hand, a big fish half the length of a man landed beside Nie Feng.

"King Tuna!"

When Nie Feng saw the appearance of this fish, he immediately recognized the name.

This so-called king tuna is actually the ancient name of the Chinese sturgeon in Nie Feng's descendants, but in Nie Feng's time, this thing has been eaten as a protected animal, and no one is allowed to catch it.

But in today's era when the world is full of aura, there are not so many taboos. Those who fly in the sky, those who run underground, and those who swim in the water, except for those who can talk, can basically be put on the plate.

"I'll let you have a taste of my old man's craft tonight!"

talking.

Hong Sihai swung the fishing rod again.

Another king tuna landed on the deck.

The old man caught three fish in a row, and finally chose the best one.

to evening.

Next to Dongting Lake.

The fresh aroma of fish fills the small courtyard.

At this time, Hong Lie and Hong Kunlun, the master and apprentice, also walked in.

Hong Sihai picked up a plate of fish that was already filled, and threw it across the air, saying, "Boy, take this plate of fish to Old Man Liu next door."

Hong Lie took the plate, responded with a smile, turned around and walked towards the small courtyard not far away, without the appearance of the leader of the largest martial arts gang at all.

"smell good!"

Hong Kunlun also approached with a smile on his face.

Nie Feng was squatting by the stove and guarding the firewood, watching Hong Kunlun approaching, just about to say hello, Hong Sihai glared at him: "Keep adding firewood!"

Nie Feng could only just squat there obediently and continue adding firewood.

Soon.

Hong Lie is back.

The fish in the pot is also ready.

Hong Kunlun quickly took out the bowls and chopsticks, and placed them on the stone table in the corner of the yard. Four people sat around the table.

"Brother Nie, how are you feeling recently?"

Hong Kunlun looked at Nie Feng and asked.

"not bad!"

Nie Feng nodded and said, "Except that the meridians have not recovered, my physical condition is better than before."

Hong Kunlun frowned slightly when he heard the words, looked at Hong Sihai, and asked, "Grandpa, is the broken meridian really a terminal illness, and there is no way to cure it?"

Hong Sihai put down the chopsticks in his hand, and sighed: "In the ancient times, there are at least three ways to reconnect the broken meridians, but since ancient times, the only one that can reconnect the meridians is probably the Shaolin one."

"The two secret sutras of changing tendons and marrow are said to be able to reconnect the meridians and change the marrow, but these two martial arts skills are Shaolin's secret martial arts, and the marrow washing sutra has also been lost for hundreds of years. Leaving the remnants of the Yi Jin Jing, Shaolin regards it as a treasure, when I proposed to exchange Yi Tianxuan Kung Fu for the Yi Jin Jing, the old monk Shenfeng directly fought with me."

The Shenfeng monk that Hong Sihai talked about was the previous abbot of Shaolin. His Buddhist and martial arts skills have been superb, and it is said that he has already proved the status of Arhat.

Hong Kunlun continued to ask without giving up: "You said there were three ways in ancient times, which three ways? Maybe it can be done now!"

Hong Sihai shook his head and said, "It's almost impossible, but it's okay to talk to you when you have nothing to do..."

"In the ancient times, the holy places of martial arts were established, and there was a holy place named Daozong. The people in the sect only seek the way of heaven and don't care about world affairs. Even if the meridian is cut off, as long as you practice this skill, you can restore it to its original state within three years."

"However, after the great destruction of the ancient times, the inheritance of Taoism has been lost, and only a few inheritances were obtained by the ancestors of the Zhenwu sect, thus creating the Zhenwu sect."

Nie Feng shook his head and remained silent. If the Zhenwu sect had this skill of moving the meridians and extending the meridians, he believed that Mo Qiankun would not hide his secrets.

Hong Sihai went on to say: "In addition to the martial arts in the Shumai chapter, there is also a magic weapon called Shennong ruler. It is said that it was the magic weapon used by Shennong when he tasted a hundred herbs. It gathered the essence of a hundred herbs and could obtain dead human flesh It is also easy to connect the meridians with bones, but although the Shennong Ruler has been passed down, since the Qin Emperor unified China, the Shennong Ruler has disappeared. Now it is very likely that they were buried together with the Qin Emperor, and no one can enter that place. "

"As for the third type..."

Hong Sihai suddenly looked at Nie Feng.

(End of this chapter)