I, who lived in seclusion for thousands of years, was exposed by yearning

Chapter 327

at this time.

Ye Qing was wearing a coir raincoat and walked to a willow tree.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the wicker on the tree, then picked up a slightly angular stone from the ground.

The audience who watched such a scene all had a string of question marks floating in the comment area.

"What are you going to do, old man?"

"Looking at willows, picking up stones? No matter how you look at it, it feels disconnected."

"And the old man is still holding a wooden stick. Could it be that he is going fishing?"

"Fishing? Fishing can only be done with fishing rods."

"When I saw the old man fishing in the past, it seemed to be a very random bamboo pole with a rope tied to it. Today, there is not even a rope on the stick. It should not be fishing."

But when it was said that it was impossible in the comment area, the old man in the picture picked up the stone and then hit the stone at a small branch.

Swah——

click -

With the whistling sound of the air as the stone flew towards the branch, the branch broke immediately.

Ye Qing approached the branch, squatted down, and tore off all the willow branches on it.

He took out two of the willow sticks and peeled off all the willow leaves on them.

In his hands, he quickly tied a few wicker sticks to the stick with the bare wicker.

When I picked it up again, the wooden stick seemed to be a curtain with sparse ornaments.

Ye Qing looked at the things in his hands, nodded in satisfaction and walked towards the river.

After finding his own boat, he sat down and rowed slowly.

"The air after the rain is fresher than usual."

The whole picture looks like the worldly master in the martial arts novel living in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

In addition, there is still fog floating on the river.

This feels more like a painting.

The audience is very curious when they look at the picture.

"The old man came to the river after finishing the work. Could it be that the old man really wants to fish?"

"That thing fishes? Don't be kidding."

"But by the way, what does the old man do with the things he made?"

"Who knows, it's not the roundworm in the old man's stomach."

"It shouldn't be fishing, can it be fished with this thing?"

"Look, the old man has made a move."

"Damn, I really use this thing to fish, can I catch it?"

The audience stared closely at the movements of the old man in the picture.

Ye Qing stopped the boat, put the sticks on the side, put one end in the water and put the other end on the side of the boat.

Looking at this fishing method in his mind, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Grandpa, why can you catch fish without bait?"

After Ye Qing heard these words in his mind, he remembered the memory of that child.

That must have been long before the winner's kid ruled.

One day while he was fishing in a small river in the mountains, a child came out from among the trees.

From that day on, the boy often appeared to watch him fish.

I still remember that child looked at him stupidly when he first saw him fishing.

Those immature eyes were full of surprise.

"Grandpa, why can you catch fish without bait?"

He still remembered his answer to the child:

"Because the fish in the river are very obedient, as long as you put a rope into the water and say that the fish is coming, the fish will take the bait."

As for that child, after hearing his words, his immature face became even more surprised.

Without hesitation, the child untied the belt that was tied to his body and went into the water, and then shouted into the water that the fish would come quickly.

But when he saw a fish caught on the wooden stick he put, but the child didn't catch a single fish, he was very unhappy and said with grievance that he was lying, and that without bait, he couldn't catch it at all. fish.

In fact, he knew why those fish would voluntarily take the bait, but seeing the child's aggrieved look, he had the idea of ​​teasing him.

He picked up the wooden stick in the water, put the fish in the basin aside, and put it into the water again.

"Look, that's how fish come."

After he yelled that sentence again, sure enough a fish bit his rope again.

The child tried and tried again, but he couldn't do it.

When the fisherman was about to leave, the child was still sitting aside, as if he would not leave if he could not catch.

He said to the boy:
"As long as you can catch fish without bait, grandpa, I will reward you with many gold and silver treasures."

"Really, then I will come fishing every day, and I will definitely be able to catch it."

After hearing his words, the child nodded in agreement with sparkling eyes.

So every time he fished, he could see the child sitting there earlier than him.

It's a pity that there is no fish in the basin beside the child.

Such fishing days should have lasted for more than ten years, and the little children have grown up, but day after day without bait fishing, there is still not a single fish hooked.

Until one day, the child said that he would not come to fish with him anymore, and he wanted to learn more knowledge and strategies.

He knew that the child was no longer the child whose eyes lit up when he heard about gold, silver and jewelry, so he smiled with relief.

The boy is a fine boy who can be taught.

So the child followed him to learn all the knowledge, including divination, which he had taught, and he left after seeing that the child had learned almost everything.

As for that child, he vaguely remembered his last name, which seemed to be Jiang.

Looking at the old man in the live broadcast room, he didn't know what he was thinking, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, so he was very puzzled.

"Is the old man thinking of something beautiful? Why do you feel that the smile is a little rippling?"

"Can you speak? How can the old man be a rippling layman?"

"The old man must be thinking of a friend, but it's a pity that this meeting is only the old man. If someone interacts, we will know who the old man is thinking of."

"But by the way, can the old man catch fish if he takes the bait like this?"

"Certainly not, how can there be such a stupid fish."

"I'm afraid the old man just came here to pass the time when he has nothing to do. The fishing is just put there as he likes, and he doesn't care whether there will be any fish caught."

"No, look quickly, the wooden stick seems to be moving a bit."

"How is it possible? It must be vertigo."

"It seems that something has really moved, and the old man has also moved."

All the audience quickly blocked the comments and stared at the screen seriously.

What the hell!

The stick really moves.

Especially when the old man lifted the wooden stick, what was even more terrible was that there were fish biting on the hanging willow branches.

What is this? Jiang Taigong took the bait when he was fishing.

It should be that the old man is fishing, and the fish are vying to be eaten.

Otherwise, how could there be such a large bunch of fish delivered to the door by myself?

And after Ye Qing recalled the child surnamed Jiang, he felt fluctuations on the wooden stick.

He knew that this should be the fish reminding him that they were hooked and brought them home quickly.

Ye Qing raised the wooden stick, looked at the fish hanging on it, smiled and shook his head, with a bit of doting in his tone:

"You guys, can't you give me some fishing experience for the old man? I'm always so impatient. Okay, old man, I'll take you home."

For these fish that grew up in the river water of this Taohuayuan village, they are very clear that their fate is to be served on the table.

But if the person who took them away was the old man, they would be very willing.

Because they know the identity of the old man - a fairy.

But this identity, apart from these animals, none of those humans knew.

(End of this chapter)