The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 187 Fishing in the Yangtze River is dangerous

Look at the fisherman in front of you.

Although the fisherman was wearing a straw raincoat and hat, when he stood up, he did not have the hunchback of an old man.

On the contrary, he has a very strong build.

Standing up in his straw raincoat, he really looked quite majestic.

Look up at his face.

All I could see was that the fisherman's face seemed to have many wrinkles, and his eyebrows were half black and half gray.

Liao Liao's long hair was spread out under his straw raincoat and hat, but if you looked closely, you would find that his hair had no color at all.

Just one look at it makes people feel that the hair seems to have no vitality.

At first glance, the fisherman really looks like he is in his sixties or seventies and will soon die.

But the way he looked was different from how he felt.

Just by standing on the pavilion in the middle of the lake, facing the fisherman who stood up, Uncle Jiu could feel the surging vitality in his body.

Uncle Jiu even vaguely felt that the vitality of the fisherman was even more surging than that of this accomplished Taoist:

"... Could he be a martial arts master?"

There are probably not many people who can contain such vitality in their bodies, except for those masters of magic and artifacts who mainly practice martial arts and practice Taoism in the spiritual world.

But if he remembered correctly.

As the spiritual energy of today gradually declines, the number of people practicing magic and martial arts seems to be gradually decreasing.

How many years has it been since I last saw this?

I didn't expect to see such a great man on a small fishing boat on the bank of the Yangtze River.

I saw my seventh uncle stepping onto the fishing boat.

Uncle Jiu also took a step forward at this time, and then bowed slightly:

"I am Yimei, a poor Taoist. I am honored to meet you, Taoist friend."

Seeing Uncle Jiu saluting, the fisherman was just guessing, but when Uncle Jiu approached, he was shocked.

What a powerful magic power.

What a pure and clean breath!

He originally knew that since this senior was heading north, he would naturally be surrounded by a crowd of people.

Whether they have received favors from the predecessors or are fellow Taoists related to the predecessors, they will all come to attach themselves to them.

But what he didn't expect was.

The senior actually gathered such a master before crossing the river.

Judging from their aura, they are definitely from a reputable and upright family.

Although he didn't know how capable the Taoist in front of him was, he was able to follow his predecessor all the way from the south to the north.

That means this Taoist has extraordinary means.

But according to the consistent style of our predecessors, most of those heading north this time should be unorthodox followers.

Why would you bring someone from a famous and upright family?
Although his mind was full of thoughts, the fisherman bowed slightly and then said in return:

"I am the fisherman, nice to meet you, fellow Taoist."

When Uncle Jiu heard the fisherman in front of him call himself Fisherman, a look of understanding appeared on his face.

A fisherman is an old man who fishes.

Most of the masters who have achieved success in their practice have names and titles. How could they let others call themselves fishermen?

If this situation really happens, it must be that this fellow Taoist has a problem with his background, or his origins are not clean.

But this has nothing to do with me.

After all, the main person going north this time was Uncle Seventh, and he just came along to see the situation and help out, just to seek common ground while reserving differences.

Everyone gets on board.

Then, the fisherman gently stepped on the side of the boat, and then shook the fishing boat left and right:
"Guys, let's start the boat~"

Following his loud shout.

All I could see was something swimming underneath the boat, and then the boat was shaking slightly, as if there were some living creatures underneath.

Looking down through the clear river water.

Faintly, there seemed to be several large carps with solid scales tumbling underneath, and each fish was riding the wind and waves.

It was as if he had turned into a boatman from the Dragon Palace, carrying the fishing boat and leaving into the distance.

"What a great method of taming spiritual creatures! Even fish can be tamed. You are really good at Taoism, fellow Taoist!"

Seeing the fish trying hard to lift up the fishing boat, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but admire it again and again, with a look of appreciation in his eyes.

There are countless extraordinary people in the world.

But today, spiritual energy is declining and the world is in turmoil. Most practitioners adhere to the doctrine of the mean and hide among the common people.

Except for some masters who specifically show their skills.

Most people do not know each other even if they meet each other. Even if they have met each other, they may not know each other's methods or know that the other person is extraordinary.

Just like in front of you.

Being able to tame fish and tow a boat is enough to make a sailor a master.

The river is naturally very extraordinary.

Hearing Uncle Jiu's praise, the fisherman laughed a few times, and then said repeatedly:
"Thank you for the compliment, fellow Taoist. Thank you for the compliment~"

When he said this, he grabbed the long bamboo pole hanging on the boat, and then gently pointed it at the huge rock above the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Both sides used the opponent's strength to counter the opponent's.

Although there was no crackling sound, the boat, which was originally just swaying under the drag of the fish, suddenly sailed away from the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

The sails are set off with a leisurely sound.

At first it just shook for a while, but then the boat became smoother.

It looks quite stable.

Looking at the old man in black clothes sitting on the side of the boat, the fisherman bowed slightly, then asked softly:
"Senior, would you like to rest for a while here?"

After hearing what the fisherman said, Song Feng glanced at the surging water:

"The first stop for me is to come to you, just to remove all the nails from your opponent from the outside in."

"Now that you have been staying near the Yangtze River for a long time, I believe you must know everything about this place, right?"

Hearing Song Feng's words, the fisherman nodded repeatedly, his mind turned slightly, and he recalled the environment here and responded:

"Senior, there are indeed spies from the north near the Yangtze River. Now, they are making a big fuss and seem to want to make arrangements in the south."

"But since you are here, I must not let them cross the Yangtze River. This is just the right way to vent your anger."

When he said this, the fisherman seemed to remember something and spoke softly:
"Now that you have come all the way to where I am, why don't I show my filial piety and welcome you?"

After hearing what the fisherman said, Song Feng nodded slightly, then glanced at the people behind him:
"The people behind me are my juniors. Just tell them what you want to do."

"Now that the little one below is gradually growing up, you can occasionally take him to broaden his horizons, which will be worth the trip..."

Hearing what the senior said, the fisherman nodded repeatedly, then looked at the three people in front of him with some surprise:

"…Junior understands."

After introducing Qiu Sheng and the others' identities, Song Feng closed his eyes again, looking a little tired.

Looking at the senior with eyes closed, he remained silent.

The fisherman sat cross-legged on the boat and gently splashed the water, guiding the fish under the boat to keep moving in the predetermined direction. While splashing the water, the fisherman also looked at the three people in front of him with the corner of his eyes:
"I originally thought it was someone from the same group who followed my seniors when we went south, but I didn't expect it to be a younger generation in my family."

At this time, as the boat was moving quietly forward, the fisherman began to look at the three people seriously.

Not to mention the Taoist priest Yimei with extraordinary bearing.

After all, just by looking at his clear and energetic look, you can tell that he is definitely a master of his generation.

The practitioners have extraordinary means.

The descendants of a major sect are even more amazing.

This is definitely a great master who is not weaker than him, and even much stronger than him.

This can be considered a helping hand.

But the last two are much worse.

The Taoist friend in linen clothes seemed to have some Taoist skills, but only a little.

Just by glancing into his eyes, he could tell that this fellow Taoist was definitely not some master with a clear mind and restrained energy.

If a fight really breaks out.

He could easily take his life within three rounds.

To be honest, I am just a bystander.

Before this, he had some doubts as to why his seniors, since they were heading north, would bring a person like you who was not very capable with them.

Now thinking about it, he had indeed guessed wrong. This was not the expert who went north, but a younger generation in the family who went there to gain more experience.

When he saw the young man, a trace of doubt flashed across the eyes of the fisherman:
"This young man seems to have a close relationship with the senior. He must be an extremely outstanding young man in the family."

"But why is it that this junior is not practicing the magic inherited by his predecessors, but instead has a sense of lightness and air of a noble and upright family?"

And if he guessed correctly, the three behind him were probably from the same school.

Weird.

Although the senior was well-known in the martial arts world back then, I haven't heard that he was the successor of any major sect.

Although my mind is full of thoughts.

But the fisherman continued to gently splash the water, allowing the fish to continue to carry their boat forward.

Watching the fisherman's actions.

Qiu Sheng, who was full of curiosity, was looking through the water at the big fish swimming underneath.

"How did they train? This is amazing. No wonder they were able to move without any wind."

"If there is such a way to tame fish, wouldn't it be possible to catch fish accurately every time?"

When he thought about it to the end, Qiu Sheng became interested. After all, he had never fished or cast a net in the Yangtze River before.

The boat went straight up.

After going around a few ditches and ridges, we finally arrived at a very flat place.

This is a winding inland river.

It seemed that someone had built a small pier with wooden stakes near the river.

The pier only allows one boat to pass.

Looking at the image of the small boat they were sitting on, it suddenly occurred to me that this pier should be built by the fisherman in front of them.

"Senior, fellow Taoists, we are home now."

He tied the boat to the dock, and then the fisherman hung his raincoat on a branch nearby.

It looks like he is not afraid of being stolen at all.

After hearing what the fisherman said, Song Feng nodded, then stood up and walked out of the dock:
"In this day and age, you can still live so comfortably. It seems that you have a deep foundation near the Yangtze River..."

Hearing what the senior said, the fisherman bowed repeatedly and said in a very humble manner:
"It's just that I have the unique skill of taming fish, and there are many fishermen who rely on me for survival. I can't be considered as a foundation."

When he said this, he quickly opened the wooden door and invited Song Feng and the others in:
"Senior, please move forward quickly. I have already made preparations after hearing your news. I have already prepared tea."

As he said this, he was busy carrying the pot of boiling water from the burning stove next to him every day.

Next, brew and soak.

But in the blink of an eye, a few cups of fragrant green tea appeared on the table.

Sitting at the table, the fisherman quickly took out a few plates of fruit and placed them on the table:

"There are quite a few fruits near the Yangtze River. Although melons, fruits, pears, and peaches are fresh, this angular fruit is the most delicious."

"It is rumored that this angular area deep in the Yangtze River was collected and cultivated by a master using powerful medicine. Although it has little medicinal power, it is extremely fragrant."

"It is the best fruit to eat while drinking tea or chatting. It is a good fruit."

Chat for a while.

After everyone had a cup of tea and rested for a while, the fisherman quickly spoke:
"Please wait for a moment, Senior. I will go to the river to catch some fish for lunch."

When he said this, he grabbed the fishing rod beside him and walked out of the house.

Saw this scene.

Qiu Sheng asked curiously:
"Senior, can we go together?"

Seeing the fisherman's gaze, Qiu Sheng quickly explained:

"I have always lived in the south and have never been to the area near the Yangtze River. I also want to go out and see the scenery nearby."

After hearing what Qiu Sheng said, the fisherman nodded, and then looked at Uncle Jiu:
"Do you want to go with me, Daoist Yimei?"

Seeing the fisherman's eye signal, Uncle Jiu nodded:

"Go together, go together!"

Having said that, he quickly followed the fisherman's footsteps.

Watching the three people go away.

Mom breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, then sat down at the table, picked up the apple next to her and started to eat it:
"I'm so exhausted from this trip."

Looking at his mother's utterly disheveled appearance, Song Feng shook his head slightly:
"You must be careful once you enter the northern territory, although I am confident that I can keep you safe."

"But in the end, the blacksmith must be strong himself. Be careful not to be tricked by others if you are not careful..."

After hearing what Uncle Seven said, Mama nodded repeatedly:

"That's the truth. That's the truth."

the other side.

After walking out of the wooden house, the fisherman took Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng and others and walked upstream.

I didn't have anything else in my hands.

It was just a pair of fishing rods and a fish basket, and it looked like that was enough for their lunch.

Seeing the fisherman in front of him holding the fishing rod and swaying forward, Uncle Jiu felt it was interesting:

"I've long heard that for practitioners of the Famen martial arts lineage, walking, sitting, and lying down are all forms of practice. Now I've finally seen it for myself."

Looking around, I saw that although the fisherman did not make any obvious movements while walking, his energy and blood were very vigorous.

Every move is very regular.

The distance of each step is just right, looking free and unrestrained, but in fact, every move seems to frame himself.

Even when he was swinging the bamboo pole in his hand, he seemed to be practicing strength.

Just by hearing the rustling sound of the fishing line, one can tell that this Taoist fellow's skills are absolutely extraordinary.

(End of this chapter)