The fisherman asked Qi Qi curiously as he carried a fishing rod on his shoulder and a fish basket in his hands.
Qi Qi raised his head, glanced at the fisherman, and said, âIâm catching some fish.
As he said that, two fish swam into the circle surrounded by river pebbles. After blocking the way witock, Qi Qi let go of his hand to catch fish in the water, and after the water splashed everywhere, accompanied by the laughter of the children, he threw two fish that were half a foot long from the water onto the shore. He then used a willow branch to tie up the fish at the gills, and on this branch, there were already six fish strung, each of them of them of a large size.
âEh, fishing can actually be done in such a manner? This is much more amazing than old man fishing! â The fisherman praised in surprise.
Qi Qi was happy being praised by others, so he asked: âOld grandpa, how many fish did you catch today?â
Hearing this, the fisherman could not help but laugh dryly, âThis, this, hehe, todayâs luck is bad âŠâ
Qi Qi looked at the fisherman in confusion, âOld grandpa, how many did you actually catch?â
The fisherman looked even more embarrassed. âYes, thereâs something wrong with the place we chose today. Sigh, weâll definitely catch it tomorrow.â
Qi Qi tilted his head to think about it, then said with a smile, âAh, I understand. Old grandpa, did you not catch any fish today?â
The fisherman laughed awkwardly before he suddenly said, âAlright then. I was wondering why it was you who caught the fish. Youâre starving today. What bad luck!â
Qi Qi did not know whether this was true or not, but after hearing the fishermanâs words, he felt pity for him. He thought for a while and said, âOld grandpa, I also didnât know that you were fishing here.
The fisherman rolled his eyes and said, âThatâs not enough. Youâll have to give that fish trap to me.â
Qi Qi did not doubt him, and nodded: âAlright, old grandpa, once you learn this method, you donât have to starve anymore.â
The fisherman gave two embarrassed âheheâ laughs, but he didnât show the slightest politeness as he walked to the riverside and started learning how to fish witock hoop with a child.
The old and young duo circled around the river four or five times and caught about ten river fishes in succession. The old fisherman split half of them and filled half of the fish basket with them before patting the basket in satisfaction, saying, âYou wonât have to starve for three days now!â
Qi Qi used a willow branch to pick up the remaining fish skewers and said, âI also want to leave. Father, Mother, Aunt Mei, and I still need to wait for food.â
As he said this, he waved towards the fisherman, turned around, and prepared to leave by the river.
âHey, kid, you teach this old man how to catch fish, but this old man doesnât even know your name!â the fisherman asked from behind him.
âMy name is Qi Qi.â The little boy came back to his senses and answered.
âThis is a small name, do you have a big name?â the fisherman asked.
âDaddy has always called me Qi Qi, no other name!â The child answered doubtfully.
âSo itâs like that!â
The fisherman nodded, a milky white rock appearing in his hand out of nowhere and looking very beautiful. The fisherman rubbed the stone with his thumb, as if some white dust had been blown away by the river.
The fisherman handed over the white stone in his hand and said, âYou gave eight fish to the old man and taught him how to catch fish. This old man will also give you something as a gift!â
Qi Qi looked at the stone in the fishermanâs hand, shook his head, and said: âDaddy doesnât want me to casually take other peopleâs things.â
Hearing this, the fisherman laughed as he reached out to rub the childâs head, âYouâre a good child, but this is only a rock. Furthermore, itâs not what you want, but a gift from me.â
Qi Qi had heard his father say before that a boyâs head couldnât be caressed casually by others. In the past, when Aunt Mei touched his head, he would always avoid her hand, and although his mother rarely made intimate moves, when they occasionally touched his head, he still felt very uncomfortable. But strangely, when the old grandpa in front of him touched his head, he didnât think of avoiding her.
With the fisherman in front of him being able to let him feel the kindness and care from the bottom of his heart, he muddle-headedly took the stone from the fishermanâs hands. However, when he held it in his hands, Qi Qi realized that the creamy white stone had a hole through it, and a crystal clear thread had tied it up.
Qi Qi grabbed onto the thread and picked up the stone, only then did he see the exquisite patterns carved on the stone, and in the middle of the patterns carved on the stone, there was a character.
âDo you recognize this word?â the fisherman asked.
Qi Qi looked at the fisherman and shook his head.
The fisherman stretched out the silk and put the stone on his neck. After thinking for a while, he put the stone on his clothes. If he didnât remove the silk, he wouldnât be able to see the milky white stone on his neck.
The fisherman bent down and straightened Qi Qiâs clothes, and then patted his shoulder. He stared at and laughed: âRemember this, reciting âZhaoqiâ is a gift from grandfather, and is also a secret between us two, young and old. Donât tell anyone else.â
Qi Qi nodded as if he understood something, and said: âYou wonât even tell Daddy?â
The fisherman laughed, âDonât worry, your father will find out sooner or later.â
Qi Qi nodded his head, he tilted his head as though he was about to say something, when he suddenly heard a faint sound coming from the river, as if it was calling him.
âItâs father! Father has returned to look for me!â
Qi Qiâs eyes lit up. He turned around and was about to say goodbye to the fisherman, but the space in front of him was empty.
Qi Qi suspiciously surveyed his surroundings, when suddenly he heard the fishermanâs voice, and said: âChild, remember this, your grandpa gave you a gift, donât let them know.â
âQi Qi? How can you run so far? But let Father find it so easily! â Yang Qinyuâs voice came from not too far away.
When Qi Qi turned around, he saw his father walking towards him along the river.
âHeh, caught so many fish? I never thought that you would be able to catch so much with just a simple statement. Now you actually saved dad the trouble of going back into the river to catch fish! â
When Yang Qinyu saw the few fish strung together by the willow branches, he immediately patted his sonâs head and praised him happily.
Listening to his fatherâs praise, Qi Qi smiled very proudly. However, when his father touched his head, he felt that it was exactly like that fishermanâs grandpa; no wonder it felt so comfortable.
Yang Qinyu carried his son with one hand and picked up a few river fishes with the other, saying, âLetâs go, father will teach you how to roast fish again today. In the future, when father is not by your side, you wonât be hungry anymore.â
âAlright, alright!â Qi Qi clapped his hands and laughed.
The father and son duo chatted and laughed as they left the riverbank. However, neither of them noticed that the fisherman was watching them leave from a forest not far away from the river.
As the fisherman watched the father and sonâs figures leave, he suddenly shook the fishing rod in his hand. A miserable âAh!â sound suddenly came from behind him.
Turning around to look, he saw two cultivators lying on the ground in the forest. One of them, because of his relatively light injuries, was tied up by a fishing line as he tried to escape while the fisherman was turning around. He had left a bloody groove in his leg and was almost able to cut off his entire leg.
âSpeak, who sent you? Whoâs the one behind this?â The fishermanâs calm voice came from under the bamboo hat.
âI donât know! I really donât know! Someone dropped a large amount of crystals for us to do something. We just need to follow the instructions and take that kid away. As for who the potential customer is, thatâs not something we should know.â The cultivator holding his own leg looked at the fisherman with a gaze filled with fear.
Two cold laughs came from under the fishermanâs bamboo hat. âIt seems like the three of you are going to refusoast and drink a forfeit. In this cultivation world, there are plenty of ways to make people beg for their lives and not die. I wonder just how many taels of oil your bones can boil?â
âWe really donât know. Even if you kill us, we wouldnât know!â The three cultivators pleaded.
The fisherman coldly snorted, and killing intent surged from his body. The three cultivators had done this many times, so how could they not know what was going to happen next? They all revealed expressions of despair.
But just as the three of them closed their eyes and awaited death, death did not come for a long time. When the three of them opened their eyes, there was no trace of the fisherman in the forest.
The three cultivators looked at each other in dismay. In the end, it was the cultivator who was almost strangled by the fisherman suddenly realized something and said, âThis is bad, letâs hurry up and leave this place!â
While the other two were still confused, a streak of light suddenly crossed the river and descended into the forest. A cultivator completely wrapped in black appeared beside the three cultivators.
âRun!â
The cultivator did not care that the wound on his leg had just broken again. He stood up and ran out of the forest.
The other two cultivators finally understood what was going on as they followed behind, not caring about their injuries.
âHmph, a bunch of trash!â
The black-clothed cultivator coldly snorted and suddenly reached out his hand to pat a willow tree beside him.
In almost an instant, a strange aura began to spread along the willow tree towards the entire forest. Afterwards, the entire forest suddenly began to exude a strange atmosphere.
Just as the three cultivators were about to escape, the ground of the entire forest suddenly boiled. Countless vines extended from the ground, lifting up rocks and sand everywhere. It was as if demons were dancing chaotically as they instantly sealed off the entire forest.
Among the three cultivators, one had his ankle wrapped around by a tree root, one had his waist pulled up, and the other one had his neck tightened by a tree root. No matter how the three of them struggled, the dancing tree roots on the ground all retracted back and stabbed into the ground, burying the three alive.
The black-clothed cultivator gave the forest a glance before turning into a streak of light and disappearing.
After half an incense stick of time, there was a flash of light in the sky. The black-clothed cultivator that had just left returned, but the forest remained as silent as before.
âStrange!â The black-clothed cultivator muttered softly to himself, then once more mounted the flying light. This time, he truly did leave.
Not long after the black-clothed cultivator left, a person walked out from the trunk of a birch tree in the forest. It was the fisherman wearing the bamboo hat.
âStrange, this aura seems somewhat familiar. Who could it be?â The fisherman muttered while rubbing his chin.