Xuantian 1: Ancient Xuandongtian

Chapter 65 Exploring the Deep Lake
The quarrel in the room continued, and after a while, the girl ran out crying, covering her mouth.

"Stop!" the middle-aged man roared angrily.

But to no avail, the girl escaped from the courtyard.

Mu Hanchan stood awkwardly in the courtyard.

"Little brother, you should rest early."

The mood of middle-aged people seems to be affected, said.After all, he wanted to go back to the house again.

"Wait." Mu Hanchan stopped.

"what happened?"

The middle-aged man lowered his face and asked with some displeasure.

"Can I ask, what's the matter with this black fish?" Mu Hanchan asked.

"How do I know what's going on? It exploded not long after I hit it, and I couldn't even sell it in the end."

The middle-aged man said angrily, and then realized that he had a bad attitude, calmed down his emotions, and said, "To be honest... I haven't seen this kind of fish either. Field eel is not field eel, and loach is not loach."

"This may be a spirit fish..." Mu Hanchan said.

The middle-aged man was surprised: "Really? How do you know? I haven't seen it before."

Mu Hanchan said: "The smoothness of the color and the proportion of the lines, the most important thing is the integration of fish scales, just like human skin, instead of a single scale. So you look like rice field eel and loach. I think he has no scales, but actually there are, but they are so subtle that the naked eye cannot detect them."

"Really? I'll take a look with a magnifying glass."

The middle-aged man said quickly, and lifted the water cage to the main room, and put it on the square table, beside the candlelight.

Then I went to the box in the inner room and took out an old concave-convex two-inch lens.

Lenses have no frame and are yellowed and scratched.

"what!"

The middle-aged man poked the back of the fish with his chopsticks, as if he had found something, but the feeling was not obvious enough, so he quickly pulled out a rusty iron nail and used the sharp-looking but blunt nail head to test it obliquely.

"Sure enough, there are scales, little brother, you are right, it is a spirit fish."

After Mu Hanchan heard the words, he finally confirmed his judgment.At the same time, an idea also appeared in his mind.

The middle-aged man paced around the room happily.It seems that he is not as decadent as he appears.

"In that case, these spirit fish can be sold for a good price... It's just a pity that they died."

"Why didn't these sell?"

"Because people dislike small things, and because they are dead...they refused to accept it."

"Are there many fish of this kind?" Mu Hanchan asked.

"Not many, I just caught these few, and no one else has."

The middle-aged man replied.

"Did you explode when you caught it, or after you caught it?"

"After catching it, and very quickly, I just thought it was strange and didn't care."

Mu Hanchan said in relief: "That's easy to explain. After the subsequent fish floated to the surface, no one caught them for a short time. After the explosion, the blood spread and was eaten by other fish."

"oh, I see?"

The middle-aged man was relieved, and asked again: "Then how do you know, little brother? I haven't known it since I have been fishing for so long."

Mu Hanchan said: "There is a teacher in the family. He was a fisherman for half his life in the early years. His footprints are all over the streams, lakes and seas. I studied fish with him."

"It turns out that the little brother is from a big family, so how did you get to this lake?..."

"this…"

Mu Hanchan remained silent and did not continue to explain.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, just pretend that you are investigating the fishing lake, and in the strange weather, something happened..." The middle-aged man thoughtfully didn't ask much.

There was actually a little more respect between the words.

"Aren't you worried about your daughter going out at night?" Mu Hanchan asked.

"I'm worried...but I can't get used to it."

"That…"

"I haven't come back in the third watch, so I'll go look for it."

The middle-aged man said, and then said: "Oh no, the second watch, the third watch is too late."

Then the middle-aged man went back to the back room first.

Mu Hanchan went back to the firewood room first, pretended to rest, and then quietly left the yard.

Night, silently, but three things happened at the same time.

A village eight miles away from the fishing village, Bucun.

"Oh, stop weaving and tell me how to do spiritual root testing. I really can't stay in this family anymore."

A girl squatted beside the loom, pulling the sleeve of the weaving girl sitting on the loom, urging.

"Fang Qian, why don't you worry? Wait until I finish knitting the thread."

After all, he continued to weave the thread, and after a while, he took up the thread, got off the machine, and stretched his body.

"Hey, tell me quickly." The girl next to me seemed to be impatient.

The weaving girl said: "Anyway, I have already tested it. I don't have a spiritual root, so I can only be a mortal in this life. As a mortal, the most important thing is to make money. It's the same for men and women."

"What about me? Do you think the probability of spiritual roots is high?"

"I can only say that it is not small, but I can't guarantee it."

"Then how can I get others to test for me?" the girl asked.

The weaving girl said: "Oh, to cultivate immortals, you don't just need to have spiritual roots. You still need to have connections, and no one recommends you. Even if you have spiritual roots, who will accept you?

Good spiritual roots will be accepted, but people will have multiple suspicions about you, fearing that your foundation is not clean, or there are problems with your ancestors.Inferior spiritual roots, people simply look down on them.

All in all, you have to follow the normal route of joining the sect, and the immortal review is very strict.Not just root checks. "

The girl said: "But..., if I am like this, my father will marry me to someone of the same age in the nearby Chai Village."

"Huh? What, didn't you say last time that your father was interested in a certain boy from Shicun?" the weaving girl asked.

Unexpectedly, the girl waved her hand, and said with some annoyance, "They're all the same, they're all ordinary and common, so what are you doing? What's the difference?"

He asked again: "After all, do you have any idea?"

The weaving girl was silent for a while, and said, "Yes, but there is a price to pay."

"What price?"

The weaving girl glanced at her, with some deep meaning, and said, "Fang Qian, actually, I think your father treats you very well, at least he can let you marry someone of the same age. In my case, even marrying a person of the same age is not enough." no."

"What's so good about my peers? My peers have no money. Will I suffer after marrying?"

"However, if you're not the same age, you also have no money. In this world, there are very few successful people, and there are far fewer rich men than beautiful girls."

The girl said: "Anyway, I just don't want to. You don't have spiritual roots, so you are trying to make money. I probably have spiritual roots. Why should I be content with mediocrity?"

"Then you can think about it. If you ask someone to help you, you have to pay something. Most relationships and exchanges in this world are essentially exchange of interests." The weaving girl said.

"What in exchange?" the girl asked.

The weaving girl said, "One tael of silver."

What?A tael of silver?That is one thousand Wen.

The girl said: "How can I have so much? Our family doesn't even have a few pennies."

"Then there's nothing you can do. You'd better go home honestly. Your father will worry about you later."

The girl was not reconciled, and asked again: "Is there any other way?"

The weaver girl was silent for a while, then said, "Yes, but I'm afraid you don't want to."

It seems that he is hiding and unwilling to say, but it seems that he is waiting for the girl to ask.

"what?"

"Do you think you are a beautiful young girl who has no money, what else can you give to others?" the weaving girl asked back.

"..." The girl was silent for a while, as if she had thought of something, but she still struggled and said, "I can work for others."

The weaving girl said: "There is no shortage of servants for those who work."

"Then what to do?" the girl asked.

The weaving girl said: "The young master I serve has a way of cultivating immortals, so he will definitely fall in love with you."

"How do you know he can see me?"

"I and he can both like it. You are a little bit prettier than me. How could he not like it?"

"Maybe you don't like the same type?"

"What type? When it comes to type, it means that he is not beautiful enough, or he is not sexy enough. This young master is not, he does not like loli, nor does he like Miss Yu, he likes everything that is beautiful."

"Ah...?" the girl asked in surprise.

"By the way, he is a dead fat boy, he lives at home and weighs three to four hundred catties." The weaving girl said.

Hearing the words, the girl instantly thought of the picture and almost spit it out.

So, the weaving girl persuaded her to retreat: "So, Fang Qian, you should think about it."

Beside the fishing lake.

Mu Hanchan stood beside the fishing lake, and had been standing by the lake for a long time.

The Wanling Stone in his hand gleamed, revealing a yellow gleam, as if there was some treasure in the lake.

Red orange yellow green blue blue purple, one two three four five six seven.

The yellow light represents the third level of spiritual power.

He even felt that it was because of something in this lake that he was led to fall here by the Wanling Stone.

Or maybe something here guides the Wanling Stone.

The powerful protection formed by the Wanling Stone prevented him from getting too much damage when he fell into the lake, and the closer he was to the lake, the slower he felt the speed of his descent.

But if it fell on land, it would be hard to say.

Fishing village, one family.

"Why haven't you come back yet?" The middle-aged man was anxiously pacing back and forth in the yard.

After a while, the middle-aged man looked at the moonlight and probably thought: "It's the second watch, no way, I'll go and find Qian'er."

Just when he was determined to go out to look for it, the door opened with a "creak".

It was the daughter who came back.

The middle-aged man immediately put away his worried appearance, and said seriously: "Why are you running so late, go back to the room and sleep."

The girl listened to the words, lowered her head, crossed her hands, and ran into her boudoir with small steps, looking aggrieved and justified.

When the girl entered the room, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.

By the lake, under the moonlight, a figure slowly entered the water from the edge, and finally disappeared on the lake.

(End of this chapter)