From a family fisherman to a water immortal

The last time Li Quanqing came to his uncle's house, it was crowded with guests and the gate was full of relatives who came to give gifts.

But now it is deserted.

To be precise, even sparrows would despise this house. The plaque is made of nets, the stone door is half-closed, and the courtyard is covered with lush grass.

"Unlucky! Unlucky!"

An old man led his grandson past, and spat at the courtyard wall with a sound of "Puh", his eyes full of disgust.

Immortal cultivators have a good memory, and can be said to remember everything they see.

Li Quanqing remembered this old guy. Last time, he was the one who held the gift and waited respectfully in line outside his uncle's house.

He also looked down on his big black fish as a gift.

Who would have thought that time has changed and people's minds have changed!

"Hello, sir!"

When Lao Deng saw the robe on him, his eyes lit up immediately. He hurriedly pulled his grandson to bend over and trot over: "Qian'er, why don't you pay your respects to this weapon refiner!"

Li Quanqing shook his head and didn't bother to pay attention to him. He pushed open the half-closed door and walked straight in.

The old man was left behind with a look of surprise on his face. The child was ignorant and was happy to catch crickets in the weeds.

...

Li Quanqing walked in the cave, and the stone steps were covered with weeds, which looked dilapidated and decadent.

A hardworking person like my aunt didn't even care about her own home, which showed that something had really happened.

Beside the garden pond, Li Quanzhu was standing there catching algae. When he saw him, he snorted: "Why are you here?"

"Look at your father, and come to see you too."

"You are here to see a joke!"

Li Quanzhu spoke with a sarcastic tone, but still led the way in front.

The two were very silent along the way.

"Teach me how to raise a green jade carp."

Li Quanzhu suddenly spoke, his head lowered, his voice muffled, and he kept kicking the pebbles on the road with his feet.

Li Quanqing was surprised. He didn't expect this kid to say such a thing: "You don't want to learn to refine weapons?"

"No spiritual stones, no resources, my father won't let me learn."

The boy turned his face away, aggrieved, tears rolling in his eyes, full of unwillingness: "Besides, my mother is too tired, I want to help her."

Li Quanqing thought for a moment and told the truth: "Your father is going to sell the fish pond. Even if you want to be a fisherman, I'm afraid you don't have the conditions."

Li Quanzhu was stunned in place, and instantly felt that the sky was about to fall, and his future life was bleak.

"Qing'er, you are here..."

When Li Quanqing saw his aunt, he felt as if she was 20 or 30 years older, and her eyebrows were full of fatigue.

Li Yurou looked at the green jade carp in her nephew's hand and wanted to refuse, but thought of the current situation at home.

The woman opened her mouth, but finally took over: "Go see your uncle first."

Li Yuheng was drinking at this time, looking quite happy, humming a little tune, and throwing peanuts into his mouth while drinking.

"Dad, I...my senior brother Quanqing is here to see you."

Li Quanzhu shouted with his neck shrunk, timid, and a faint fear on his face.

"Tsk! What is this kid doing here? He must have bad intentions."

Li Yuheng sneered, did not get up to greet the guest, and continued to sit there and eat and drink.

"Uncle."

Li Quanqing shouted with a perfunctory smile on his face.

He glanced at the man's empty sleeves. His left arm was broken at the root, which hurt his foundation. There was no hope of breaking through the foundation in this life.

"You, you have become a weapon refiner, and you have reached the fifth level of Qi Refining. It's incredible, incredible!"

"You are worthy of being the son of my eldest sister!"

Li Yuheng looked like he had seen through you: "Why did you choose this time when you came earlier or later? You also want that fish pond?"

Li Quanzhu, who was standing next to him, heard this and his expression became more and more gloomy. He couldn't help but clench his clothes.

"After all, it is the foundation passed down by our ancestors. If it falls into the hands of others, it will be a joke."

Li Quanqing was frank and always spoke his mind. He was ready to bleed heavily.

"What a pity, what a pity!"

Li Yuheng drank and chewed the food, and his mouth was smacking: "If I had known you were coming, I would have waited and sold it. The highest bidder wins!"

"You sold our fish pond?!"

The one who was more excited than Li Quanqing was his aunt who just walked in.

The woman's eyes suddenly turned red, like a mother animal protecting her cubs, and she rushed forward with her teeth and claws bared: "That's what our Quanzhu will use for refining weapons and practicing in the future. How...how can you sell it? Wuwuwu..."

"Woman, stop talking! I can sell my things if I want! Do I need to discuss it with you, a yellow-faced woman!"

Li Yuheng's expression suddenly became impatient, and his magic power surged. He overturned the wine table and pushed his aunt to the ground.

Li Quanzhu, who was next to him, rushed forward to help his mother and was also slapped twice.

"Enough!"

Zheng! !

The sword rang, and a sword light suddenly flew out of Li Quanqing's sleeves, and in the blink of an eye, it flew around Li Yuheng's neck several times.

In the end, the Qingli Sword was suspended in front of the man's eyes, only an inch, and the Gengjin sword light was swallowing and spitting, with murderous intent.

"You're too much. Who did you sell the fish pond to in the end!"

Li Quanqing asked with a cold look.

The sword's light was like a star, pressing against the center of his brows, and a bone-chilling chill enveloped his entire body.

Li Yuheng was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, his lips trembling, and he wanted to scold his nephew, but in the end he backed off and said angrily: "Two thousand spirit stones, sold to that old man Li Kunshui."

Li Kunshui?

Li Quanqing's mind immediately emerged with the old man who was smoking a pipe, always smiling at everyone he saw, and making money with a friendly attitude.

This is a bit tricky.

"Bully the weak and fear the strong, so you can do it yourself!"

Li Quanqing glanced at his uncle for the last time, then snorted and walked away.

In the end, it was Li Quanzhu who sent him out of the door, with a red slap on his face, burning with pain.

The young man stared at his toes, tears finally flowed out unsatisfactorily, and he muttered: "Thank you... thank you, brother!!"

Li Quanqing looked at the fifteen-year-old child in front of him and said nothing, just patted him on the shoulder.

"It's time to grow up, Quan Zhu."

He took out a booklet that recorded his fish-raising experiences.

Even if you don't have your own fish pond, you can rent it, work as a fisherman for those big fish pond owners, and collect spiritual stones.

Determination is not shouted out with a few words, but must be proven by facts.

I hope this cousin can really prove his determination with practical actions.

Li Quanqing waved goodbye, indicating that there was no need to send him off again.

…

There is a bright moon on the sea, and a jade hook hangs in the blue sky.

It was getting late, and Li Quanqing was too lazy to go back to the fish pond.

As he walked on the bluestone road home, he became more and more angry as he thought about it, and finally couldn't help but curse.

Once the resentment and curses in my heart are gone, I will reach home.

Unexpectedly, in the shadows of the trees, there were two people standing at the door of his house, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

The sparks flickered under the trees, like flickering fireflies, with a faint smell of tobacco entering the nostrils.

Li Quanqing had an idea and shouted uncertainly: "Nineteenth uncle?"

"Hey~ Brother Qing is back!"

The man in the darkness laughed, his voice was old, and when he walked to the moonlight, he saw that it was Li Kunshui whom he had longed for.

Behind the old man, there was also a rich young man with a round face, wearing a khaki robe and looking honest and shrewd.

They were even more exposed, and their clothes were all wet, which showed that they had been standing here for quite a while.

"The spring is cold and the humidity is biting. Uncle, come inside with me quickly!"

Li Quanqing spoke hurriedly.

"No trouble, no trouble!"

"The old man heard that Brother Qing has become the family's weapon refiner, so he specially prepared a congratulatory gift. He will leave immediately after giving it away. It won't be a problem."

Li Kunshui said with a smile, and hit the round-faced boy on the head with a smoking pot, making a clicking sound:

"Quanfu, why don't you take out the gift quickly and let your brother see if he is satisfied?"

I revised it again and again, but it was difficult to write the family portrait. I felt that the writing was average. The literary youth disease has returned, alas.

I'm too southern! (bald) (bald) (bald)