"Take the bait... Hooked......"

A somewhat thick wooden stick, the length is acceptable, a full three meters long, stretching into the lotus bush in the lake.

Zhang Daoran stood on the shore, and kept chanting: "If you don't take the bait, you will starve to death......"

From the moment he opened his eyes in the morning, Zhang Daoran took the only hook bent by an embroidery needle and started fishing here. There are ten miles of lotus flowers and vast reeds around, and Zhang Daoran really can't find a suitable place for fishing. In addition, Zhang Daoran has never fished and does not know how to fish, so he can only hook the lake, and the wisher is hooked.

It's just that it's already afternoon, and there is still not a fish caught, Zhang Daoran is very depressed in his heart.

Holding his cooing and hungry heart against his back, Zhang Daoran pinned all his hopes on this hook, which was not qualified.

"Alas...... Are you going to be trapped here, and you're going to starve here?"

The place where Zhang Daoran stood was the only low-lying area on the island in the middle of the lake, about one meter higher than the surface of the lake, with an area of twenty or thirty square meters, and it was also overgrown with weeds. As far as the eye can see, the reeds around block the view, and you can still see the traces of the boat rowing when Li Kuan left yesterday. Other than that, there is no trace of human visit.

"Zhang Daoran, connect the supernatural ......"

Abruptly, a familiar voice reproduced in the head. The voice was peaceful, with a kind of majestic righteousness, mixed with an ethereal illusion.

His hand shook, and the wooden stick in his hand was almost thrown away. Zhang Daoran's face was a little complicated, as if he was happy and worried: "I didn't expect that this voice would appear again...... What kind of supernatural powers do you want to give this time? Also, this time it will not take more than ten days of pain to be able to receive supernatural powers. ”

Zhang Daoran thought that he had received the Heavenly Eye Vision, and this voice would not appear again. I thought that the Heavenly Eye Power would become my most powerful skill. Unexpectedly, only one day apart, this voice appeared again. Zhang Daoran was very nervous in his heart, afraid that he would toss himself for more than ten days this time. However, Zhang Daoran was looking forward to it in his heart, although he was tossed for more than ten days for the first time, he got the Heavenly Eye Vision. In front of him, he can't convert it into food to fill his stomach, but Zhang Daoran firmly believes that this magic power will change his fate.

However, this time was different, Zhang Daoran only felt a flower in front of him, and he entered the vast chaotic space again. Unlike last time, this time entering it, a middle-aged Taoist priest with five wisps of beard practiced a martial arts routine in the chaotic space......

The Taoist priest has a mellow momentum, and every move and style carries infinite mysteries. What surprised Zhang Daoran was that every move of this middle-aged Taoist priest was like an afterimage, but he could see it clearly, as if it was imprinted in his mind, and it was difficult to forget, as if he had practiced it countless times, and all kinds of moves came at his fingertips. Unconsciously, Zhang Daoran danced with one move and one style, and with the first move, a warm current surged from all over the body, walked around the body, and finally returned to the lower abdomen, warm and very comfortable. It's like drinking a glass of cool Sprite on a dog day......

"Gossip through the five elements, you can live in peace...... Bagua and five elements palm, always keep in mind. ”

When the last trick was finished, the Taoist priest chanted a chant, and then turned into a streamer and disappeared. And where the Taoist priest was originally located, a huge book about two meters long and about one and a half meters wide appeared.

Zhang Daoran was dragged by a soft force and came to the huge book.

It is not clear what material the book is made of, and on the dark brown cover, three big characters are written "Huang Tingjing".

Turning the cover of the book, the first page was white, and a song was written vertically: "Three thousand avenues come from it, and only luck can lead to the sky." Huang Ting Zhongwu Dao, try to ask who can become an immortal. ”

His body shook, and he saw that these short twenty-eight words turned into a Dao talisman and drilled into his head. Zhang Daoran was startled, touched his head up and down, and didn't feel anything unusual. When I felt this body carefully, I didn't find anything special.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Zhang Daoran wanted to turn another page, but found that the pages below were like glued together, and it was difficult to open them again.

"Huang Tingjing ......"

Zhang Daoran muttered, and then looked up at the space around him: "This is the so-called golden finger, is it an adventure?"

Zhang Daoran feels that this "Huang Ting Jing" is very important to him, and his future is inseparable from this "Huang Ting Jing". Touching the soft cover of the book, Zhang Daoran muttered: "Chengxian is a bit nonsense, now, the most important thing is that I want to eat enough......"

What is the purpose of this book now, how to open the first page, Zhang Daoran has no clue. Holding his stomach, his face was a little embarrassed. The rumbling sound in his stomach had been protesting to him for almost a day.

"How do you get out?"

Zhang Daoran looked at the space around him and thought, but as soon as this thought appeared, the scenery in front of Zhang Daoran changed, and he returned to the lake. The thick stick was still in the lake.

Ignoring the magical "Huang Tingjing", Zhang Daoran picked up the stick, looked at the empty fishing hook, and still didn't catch a single fish, Zhang Daoran's face was a little ugly: "I'm really going to starve......"

An earthworm was re-hung and the hook was flung out. Zhang Daoran raised his hands and looked at it: "That feeling just now, is it true or false?"

In the chaotic space, every move is smooth, and every movement, there are warm currents that converge under the little belly. Zhang Daoran understands that this is the so-called dantian.

After glancing at the fish hook, he didn't know when he would be able to catch the fish, so he simply put the wooden stick on the shore, directly put up a posture, and began to practice the Five Elements Bagua Palm passed down by the Taoist priest just now.

Zhang Daoran raised his palm slightly, it was very natural, it really looked like he had practiced thousands of times. When a set of movements was completed, the lower abdomen was warm, Zhang Daoran felt that he was full of strength, looked at a stone under his feet, and slapped it with one palm......

"Click......

The stone was torn apart and shattered into a dozen.

"So powerful?"

Zhang Daoran's eyes widened: "Martial arts master, it's just like that!"

There was a burst of ecstasy in my heart: "Is there really a martial arts master?"

Everyone has a martial arts dream when they are young, and Zhang Daoran is no exception. At the beginning, Zhang Daoran imagined that he could fly the eaves and walk the wall, and his martial arts were invincible. It's just that as I grew older, the original secondary two disease slowly got better, and the martial arts dream faded. I didn't expect that today, I became a master!

Just like a child who just got his favorite toy, Zhang Daoran casually smashed a few stones again, and then he was suddenly stunned: "After a few moves, now, I'm even hungrier......"

All the joy suddenly dissipated, and Zhang Daoran picked up the fishing rod stupidly: "I'm afraid I will be the first martial arts master to starve to death......"

"Here, this is it......" Suddenly, a sound came from the reeds, and then the reeds in front of him separated, Li Kuan, who left yesterday, rowed the boat, and a middle-aged woman sat on the bow of the boat, and the boat was full of many items, and came to Zhang Daoran.

"The Taoist ......"

Seeing Zhang Daoran, Li Kuan's face was full of joy, and there was a trace of respect in his eyes.