Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Joy of Fishing (2)

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys and girls are at the age of the beginning of love, seeing Xu Qing's tense figure is obviously polarized, the boy hopes that the goods will be launched quickly, but the girls hope that he will stand by the reservoir for a while and appreciate the beauty of the male.

Xu Qing walked into the water slowly, tried to paddle twice, and felt that the water seemed to be heavier than the water in the small river in the village before, and the resistance was slightly greater, which may be related to the density of the water quality, but for him with a strong physique, it was not a problem at all.

Xu Qing's swimming posture is indeed flattering, hand and foot pedals, standard dog planing style, which also makes those boys who were a little breathless psychologically balanced, and one by one began to show their self-righteous swimming posture, Xu Qing continued the dog planing style leisurely, occasionally turning over to a few backstrokes, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, and enjoying themselves.

Ups and downs, unconsciously has left the embankment, swimming alone to a shoal in the south of the reservoir, saw an old man wearing a straw hat is standing on the beach fishing, Xu Qing quickly planed a few times and climbed up the shallows, walked up to the old man in the fish basket to take a look, there is actually a small half basket of crucian carp, each of which is the size of a palm, and it can be regarded as a harvest.

In the past, Xu Qing liked fishing in the countryside, especially at the moment when the fish were pulled out of the water, he felt indescribably refreshing. I couldn't help but feel a little excited when I saw the old man fishing, so I simply sat down and watched quietly.

Poop!

With a crisp sound, the old man retracted his wrist, and a live crucian carp was fished out of the water, drawing a black and bright arc in mid-air and falling into the fish basket accurately, and then lifting the hook and replacing it with a red earthworm and throwing it into the water again.

Xu Qing just felt that his eyes were sparkling, and the fish had automatically unhooked into the basket, this kind of magical fishing technique had never been seen before, whether it was the right use of the quasi-head force, a thought flashed in his mind, this fishing old man was definitely not an ordinary person.

In order to prove what โ–กโ–ก thought, Xu Qing sat aside and continued to wait, whether it was a coincidence or a master, only when the fish took the bait again could it be confirmed.

Poop! There was another crisp sound of fish coming out of the water, and a black-backed carp more than a foot long was pulled out of the water, and there was a black and bright arc, and the carp fell into the fish basket with its head down, still jumping vigorously.

The old man seemed to have caught enough fish today, put away the fishing rod and put it into the long satchel beside him, when he turned his head, Xu Qing's expression changed in vain, because he saw that the old man's eyes were milky white, and he couldn't see the black pupils, he was actually a blind man!

The fact that a blind man can play such a miraculous fishing technique completely confirms Xu Qing's guess, he is definitely a master, and it is unknown that he may even be an ancient martial artist.

"Do you like fishing, young man, too?" The old man looked up at Xu Qing and smiled, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes stretched into two wild chrysanthemums.

Xu Qing nodded and said, "I like fishing, and I enjoy the happiness of the moment when the fish come out of the water." โ€

The old man lifted the basket of fish in the water, and made a puzzling movement, he turned the basket upside down, and the fish inside fell into the water with a bang, and they swam in all directions, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.