Ferry Spirit Saga

Xu Xian speculated that after the immortal gate, there should be another more troublesome beast, or a new crisis, but he never thought of it, just like the scene of the opening of the immortal gate in the restricted area.

Inside the door was another scene that Xu Xian didn't expect.

There is a small pond and a leaf boat. The water is clear. You can see the faint water and grass on the edge. The coir raincoat old man sits on the boat and fishes quietly.

The old man looked as if he had not seen the visitor for a long time. The surrounding space was chaotic except this small pool.

The only clue is the fishing old man.

Xu Xian didn't go directly, but sat on the shore. The fishermen didn't like to be disturbed. Only then did Xu Xian find that there was no hook under the old man's hanging line.

Hook less fishing

After waiting for a long time, the old man didn't mean to start. When Xu Xian couldn't bear it, suddenly the whole small pool trembled. In this small pool, the old man threw a fishing rod and a big fish. It was said to be a fish. He had claws under his belly, sharp corners on his head and whiskers near his mouth.

This is already a big fish that is about to turn into a dragon. Xu Xian is thrilled. This fish is far more terrible than the dragon in the cold pool of the restricted area.

The old man put the fish on the boat. The fish was much bigger than the boat. Half of them were dragged to the shore. It was very close to Xu Xian.

Xu Xian got up first and said, "I've seen you, master."

The old man just nodded faintly: "this fish, take down three scales and put it back into the pool.

After that, the old man walked into the fog. At this time, Xu Xian saw that there was a cabin behind the fog.

As soon as the painting style of the hundred story trial turned, the big fish's mouth was just a thin line.

It's the one who really wants to take the bait.

The big fish is spiritual. Now he beats the ground with his body. Xu Xian is shocked by his strength. The fish has the strength to approach the dust. Even if it is bound by the old man with a fishing line, it can easily hurt the sea expansion by the strength of his body.

Xu Xian can see a trace of humanized disdain from the fish's eyes, which seems to ridicule Xu Xian's overestimation.

Xu Xian thought for a moment and reached out to knock on the big fish. There was a dull sound of metal.

"Dong!"

The big fish swept over with his tail. The sound broke the air, and the dull explosion spread. Xu Xian immediately jumped away, and the ground under his feet was directly cracked.

"Roar..." the big fish made a strange sound. Although he couldn't understand it, he could still hear the sarcasm.

Shit, I'm despised by a fish.

Xu Xian took out the broken sword. The blade overlapped again. The shock force spread and cut it on the scales of the big fish. With a series of sparks, a huge shock almost made Xu Xian unable to hold the broken sword. On the contrary, the big fish was still undamaged.

My sword has been used almost with all my strength. There are four immortal mantras. Even ordinary sea expansion friars will be seriously injured, but this fish can be cut by myself. Let alone remove the scales, even a scratch can't be left.

I don't believe it!

When Xu Xian opened his worship, scales appeared on his arms. At the same time, there was a virtual shadow of light in the front section of the broken sword. At the moment, all the broken positions have been reshaped.

Three swords in a row.

"Bang bang!"

Xu Xian took a deep breath, but he still couldn't help the big fish. The big fish looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water. It tossed on the ground twice, jumped back into the pool and discharged a spray, as if mocking Xu Xian's overestimation.

This... Xu Xian is stupid. What kind of fish is this?

"Come here."

The old man's voice came from the hut.

Xu Xian put away the broken sword. She was a little complicated. She came to the hut and the old man came out.

"I've seen you, sir." Xu Xian saluted and waited for the old man's words.

The old man looked at Xu Xian and said strangely: "immortal, saint, spirit... There are some weak water and the foundation of mountain moving boundary."

"Your Tao is too complicated. If you can't integrate and connect in the end, it will only delay your time." the old man said, "here, the speed of time is one thousandth of that outside."

The old man handed Xu Xian something. Xu Xian took it over and saw that it was a fishing rod. It was a thin bamboo rod with only one thin line and no fishing hook.

"When to catch fish, and when to find old man again."

The old man said that and turned back to his cabin.

Xu Xian took the fishing rod and savored the words before. Xian, Sheng and Ling should refer to Xian Qi, Sheng Qi and Ling Qi. As for weak water, he also knows some, which is the last mountain moving world... Xu Xian thought of stone viewing and banned mountains and sealed souls.

His Tao is too complicated. Xu Xian also thought about this problem. He has been getting a lot of things, but he is really proficient in very few.

Yun Qingmiao belongs to the food given by God, and goes farther and farther on the road of water source.

It's not a good thing to have too many choices. Xu Xian took a fishing rod and boarded the boat. There were wonderful things in the clear pool under her body.

It's just that there's no hook or bait. How can a fish get on the hook.

Unable to figure it out, Xu Xian simply didn't think about it. Xu Xian sat down and threw the fishing line into the water.

But let alone fish, even a small shrimp has never been seen. The water is so clear that Xu Xian can only sit down and wait.

The whole day, sitting for a day, there was no progress, and there was no shadow of a fish.

The fog was heavy, and there was a layer of water mist on the water surface. Waves of sleepiness swept through. Xu Xian just felt that she had taken a nap.

When the sun sets, the fish are always gone.

One day, two days, three days

There are countless days. The old man said that the time flow rate here is one to one thousand. There is no need to worry about time.

Time flies, about a month, or three months, half a year

Xu Xian wrapped a coir raincoat and a hat. It rained in the sky and rippled with the water.

This waiting process is also a process of meditation. Xu Xian carefully combed all his things. He should have a key point.

First, from wulingzong, the broken stone steps and the disappeared broken peaks all point to a kind of technique.

As for the art of creation, Xu Xian hovered a little in the air and became a flying butterfly. Sister Yao Yao once performed it, and now Xu Xian can also perform it.

She said that this is a kind of road. The road in the real sense is too rebellious. Nature is the power that can be possessed by the way of heaven. How can any born vulgar son have it.

But the pursuit of the art of creation has never subsided.

Tongtian tower, the 100th floor, is the key to the cohesion of the fifth immortal mantra. Everyone faces different scenes.

There may be no fish in the pool

Xu Xian's fingers fell one by one in the small pool. He pondered the art of creation and the lake.

Fishing must have a hook, but Xu Xian can't see the hook used by the old man. Besides the old man, only the fish that bites the hook can see it.

On the fishing rod held by Xu Xian, there is a fishing hook that ordinary people can't see.

It was condensed by the art of creation. Xu Xian carefully recalled the appearance of the big fish.

From the pool, a small fish with chaotic color swam out, looked at the hook and tried again and again.

Xu Xian is like a sculpture, motionless.

Just the moment the fish bites the hook, Xu Xian has a meal. It seems that something has been connected in her mind.

In the cabin, the old man came out slowly and murmured, "the art of creation... Is not feasible, not feasible..."