Sovereign to Immortality

"Child, what are you doing?"

The fisherman was carrying a fishing rod on his shoulder and carrying a fishing rod in his hand. He looked at Qiqi and asked curiously.

Qiqi looked up at the fisherman and said, "I am catching the fish, and I will come back and cook the grilled fish."

As said, there were two fish in the river swimming into the circle surrounded by river pebbles. After blocking the waterway with a stone, Qiqi let go of catching fish in the water circle, after a splash of water, accompanied by The child’s “giggle” laughter, two and a half-foot river fish were thrown from the water to the shore, and then a willow branch was strung from the fishing rod, and this willow branch has been stringed six times. Fish, each one looks small.

"Hey, can you use this method for fishing? This is much more powerful than fishing for the old man!" The fisherman said with amazement.

When Qiqi was praised and happy, he asked: "Grandpa, how many fish did you fish today?"

The fisherman heard a word and suddenly couldn’t stand it. He laughed twice and said: "This, this, oh, luck is not good today-"

Some strange people looked at the fisherman and said: "Grandpa, how many catches?"

The fisherman became more embarrassed and said: "Well, today may be a problem in the chosen place, hey, I will definitely catch it tomorrow."

Kiki thought about it with a big head and smiled. "Oh, I know, grandfather, are you not catching fish today?"

The fisherman smiled twice and suddenly said: "Well, I said that the old man can't catch the fish today. It turned out that you the little devil took the fish away. Hey, you have to go hungry today, bad luck!"

Qiqi did not know that there was a holiday. He listened to the fisherman and said that he was pitiful. He thought: "Grandpa, I don't know if you are fishing here. You see it. Is it good for me to give you two fish?" ”

The fisherman’s eyes turned and said: “Not enough, you have to hand over the way of the fish to the old man.”

Qiqi did not suspect him, nodded and said: "Well, Grandpa, you have learned this way, you don't have to hungry."

The fisherman was embarrassed that "嘿嘿" smiled twice, but the man did not have the slightest politeness to go to the river and learn the way to stone the fish with the children.

This old one has circled four or five stone circles on the riverside, and has caught a dozen river fish. The fisherman has gone halfway, and has filled a fish with a half full, and finally satisfied the shot of the fish. , said: "This is not going to be hungry for the next three days!"

Qiqi used the willow branches to string the remaining fish in his hands. He said: "I want to go to the grandfather, and I want to wait for the meal."

Saying, waved at the fisherman and turned away from the river.

"Hey, little guy, you teach the old man to catch the fish, but the old man still doesn't know your name!" asked the fisherman behind him.

"My name is Kiki." The little boy replied with a return.

"This is a small name, there is no big name?" asked the fisherman.

"Hey always called me a strange, no other name!" The child replied with some doubts.

"This way!"

The fisherman nodded, but he didn't know when there was a milky white stone in his palm. It looked very beautiful. He saw the fisherman's thumb on the stone in his hand. It seems that some white dust was blown away by the river wind.

The fisherman handed over the white stones in his hand and said: "You gave the old man eight fish, and taught the old man how to catch the fish. The old man also sent you something, just as a gift!"

Qiqi looked at the stone in the fisherman's hand and shook his head. He said, "I don't want me to ask someone else's things."

The fisherman heard the words "hehe" and smiled twice. He reached out and touched the child's head. "You are a good boy, but this is just a stone, and it is not what you want, but the old man, I will give it to you." one's gift."

Qiqi listened to his father and said that the boy’s head could not be touched by anyone. When Mei’s head touched his head, he would avoid it. Although his mother rarely had relatives, he could occasionally touch his head. Still making him feel uncomfortable, but the strange thing is that when the old grandfather’s hand touched his head, he did not expect to escape. On the contrary, he also felt that he was very familiar with the language of the fisherman’s mouth. Used.

The age of Qiqi is naturally not quite clear in the general logical relationship between these words, and the fisherman can make him feel the goodwill and care from the heart, so he can understand it from the fisherman's hand. The stone, but when I got it, Kiki found that the milky white stone had a hole in the top and was tied by a crystal clear thread.

Qiqi grabbed the silk thread and lifted the stone. Only then did the sculpture see a beautiful pattern on the stone, and a font was engraved in the middle of the pattern.

"Do you recognize this word?" asked the fisherman.

Kiki’s gaze looked at the fisherman and shook his head.

The fisherman opened the thread and put the stone under his neck. He thought about putting the stone inside the placket under his neck. If he didn’t untie his clothes, he couldn’t even see the piece hanging around his neck. Milky white stones on it.

The fisherman bent over the whole oddity of the clothes, then patted him on the shoulder, staring at him and smiling: "Remember, this word read '钊', is a gift from Grandpa, is also our young and old Two secrets, no one else tells them."

Qiqi seemed to understand and nodded, and said: "Do you not even tell me?"

The fisherman "haha" smiled twice and said: "Do not worry, you will know that he will know sooner or later."

Qiqi nodded and looked at what he was trying to say, but suddenly heard the sound of a faint voice coming from the upper reaches of the river. It seemed to be calling him.

"Yes, hey, come back to me!"

Kiki’s eyes lit up, and when he turned his head, he would say goodbye to the fisherman, but he was empty in front of him. Where is the old fisherman?

Qiqi suspiciously looked around, but suddenly the voice of the fisherman came to his ear and said: "Children, remember, the gift that Grandpa sent you, don't let them know."

"Qiqi? How can your child run so far? But let him find it!" Yang Yuyu’s voice was heard not far away.

When Qiqi turned around, he saw his father coming along the river.

"Oh, have you caught so many fish? I didn't expect you to just say something to you, you can catch so much, but this is to save the time and go to the river to catch fish!"

Yang Yuyu saw several river fishes that were strung together with willow branches, and suddenly touched his son's head and praised it with pleasure.

Listening to his father's praise, Qiqi laughed very proudly, but when he touched his head, he felt exactly the same as the old man, so no wonder so comfortable.

Yang Yuyu held his son on his body and lifted several river fish in one hand. He said, "Go, I will teach you how to make grilled fish today. I won’t be hungry when I am not around."

"Okay, okay!" Kiki smirked and smiled.

The father said two laughs and left the river beach, but no one noticed that in the woods not far from the river, the fishermen who were fishing rods were looking at the two of them.

The eyes of the father and son were gone, and the fisherman suddenly shook the fish in his hand, and suddenly there was a scream of "ah" behind him.

Turning around and seeing it, I saw two monks lying on the ground on the ground in the woods. There was also a monk who was trying to escape because of the injury. The root fish line was wrapped around the push, and a blood trough was pulled straight out. The whole calf was almost cut down. The monk was holding his own leg and screaming.

"Let's say, who sent you, who is behind the scenes?" The faint voice of the fisherman came from under the fight.

"I don't know. I really don't know. Some people have a big spar to do things for us. We just take the child away according to the instructions. As for who the gold master is, that is not what we should know." The calf's monk looked at the fisherman's eyes full of fear.

Under the fight of the fisherman, there were two sneers, saying: "It seems that the three are toasting and not eating and drinking. This practice is a way for people to survive and not to die, but not to know the three. Can the bones pull out a few oils?"

"We really don't know, you just kill us and don't know!" The three monks pleaded.

The fisherman snorted and sighed, and the three monks did much more. They didn’t know what they would be next, and they suddenly became desperate.

However, just as the three men closed their eyes and died, the death did not come. When the three men opened their eyes, there was a trace of the fisherman in the woods.

The three monks each looked at each other. In the end, the monk who was almost cut off by the fisherman suddenly realized what he said. "No, let's get out of here!"

At the time when the other two were still ignorant, a twilight suddenly fell across the river and landed in the woods. A monk wrapped in black was present beside the three monks.

"Run!"

The monk disintegrated the wound that had just stopped his calf and got up and ran outside the woods.

The other two monks finally understood what they were, and they refused to take care of their injuries.

"Hey, a bunch of waste!"

The black monk snorted and suddenly reached out and took a picture of a willow tree.

Almost in an instant, a strange atmosphere suddenly spread along the willow tree towards the entire forest, and then the whole forest suddenly filled with a strange atmosphere.

The three monks were about to escape. Suddenly the ground of the whole forest boiled up. Countless root canes stick out from the ground, picking up the earth and stone mud everywhere, like a group of magical dances, instantly blocking the entire forest.

One of the three monks was entangled in the ankle by a tree root, one was pulled around the waist, and the other was simply tightened by a tree root, and then no matter how the three struggled, the roots of the dancing on the ground Retracted, re-sliding down the ground, and even three monks were buried alive.

The black monk looked at the woods, and the back of the body disappeared.

Regaining the calm woods, I couldn’t see the traces of what had just happened. After about half a column of incense, there was a flash of light on the horizon, and the black monk who had just left went back, but in the woods. But everything is as old as the old.

"Strange!" The black monk whispered a whisper, and then set up the dawn again, but this time it really left.

Shortly after the black monk left, a man on the trunk of a birch tree in the woods suddenly came out like that. It was the fisherman who had a fight.

"Strange, this body is a little familiar, who is it?" Fisherman rubbed his chin and muttered to himself.

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