After the green silk and white scale flying carp were processed, Lin Li set up the stone pot in the backyard of the house, and the Feixing Laiya Uncle on the side also helped to put the firewood of the same size and burn it, and the stone pot full of well water, after the firewood was burned, it slowly became hot, Lin Li put the various ingredients prepared before into the pot one by one, and even the few remaining jade emperor mushrooms collected by the little monk Kongye before were all chopped into the stone pot, and after the soup in the stone pot boiled, Lin Li first put the fish bones into the stone pot, and when the fish bones fluctuated with the boiling soup, Lin Li continued to put all the fish balls into it one by one。 When the fish balls are fully cooked, Lin Liao signaled to the people who had already been tempted by the smell of the fish soup, and it was okay. The old monk unceremoniously picked up the hot stone pot and the charcoal stove prepared on the side, and walked towards the dining room of the main hall, while the others helped Lin Liao clean up everything and came to the dining room with a plate of fish and meat cut into pieces.

"Little guy, let's talk about it, I know that you can cook, but the first time I saw you, you will be a precious day desolation Banzan Tianji Immortal into the dish. Looking at this pot of fish soup, the old man was like a knife, and his heart was dripping blood. Looking at the pot of milky white fish soup simmering on the table, the fragrance of the fish is mixed with the fragrance of the fairy, this taste lingers on the taste buds, it is really tempting.

"Uh, Master. This day is desolate Banzan Xiandi, although it is expensive, but after all, there are more or less every hundred years, and this green silk and white-scaled flying carp is rare to see in a hundred years, not to mention that it is a three-hundred-year-old year. You can flip through the classics to see how many people in the last era can find a tail, this rare ingredient, if you use other to match, I am afraid that it will be cheaper to get this tail of hard-won green silk and white scale flying carp. Lin Li spooned the milky white fish soup with a soup spoon, and dripped, the stewed fish soup was thick like white honey, and the soup and the fish balls with Xian Tu were golden after cooking, like gold beads dotted with white honey. After Lin Liao stirred the fish balls with a soup spoon, he said: "Today, I saw the senior waving the silk fishing, the silver light suddenly appeared, a ray of golden light appeared, and the churning fish was caught in the flash of the day, and a piece of blue light was faintly visible, and I remembered the matter of fishing for green silk with silver and gold threads." ”

"Well, I don't know this, what silver thread and golden thread fishing green silk is, in the eyes of the old man, it is just a fish, no matter how extraordinary it is, it is just a desire to satisfy the stomach. The old monk still looked reluctant and muttered.

"Well, if you hadn't said it, little guy, I have never heard of this green silk and white-scaled flying carp in Qinghu for decades in Xuanqingmen. I have never seen this kind of crucian carp with green silk in the white lin, flat mouth, long whiskers and flying fins. Brother Dao, don't mutter about this anymore, it's better for you to be happy alone?"

"Hmph, having said that, the old man still feels distressed. It took nearly 100 million top-grade spirit crystals to exchange this little bit of immortal, but you make soup and cook, alas. Looking at Lin Liao making soup in the spoon, the more I looked, the more distressed I became.

"Come on, the way you look is not the same as it was a few decades ago. Brother Dao, let's talk about this green silk, don't always worry about your hundreds of millions of spirit crystals. Lin, this soup should be ready. Looking at the old monk's painful look on his face, he said disdainfully. Staring at the slowly boiling white soup on the charcoal stove.

"It's okay, Grandpa. This soup is rolling and angry, it's okay. After speaking, Lin Li directly picked up the soup spoon, spooned a bowl of fish soup and handed it to the idiot, and then spooned it up one by one and distributed it to everyone.

Steaming white fish soup with a fragrant fragrance. Lin Li blew first, tested the temperature, and took a sip. The fragrance of the fish in the entrance is slightly sweet, and the cold atmosphere of the day is famine, and the fragrance of the fish directly stimulates the taste buds, and the tongue appreciates a thousand flavors.

"Hah...... Brother Dao, what do you think, is it worth it? Haha, the little guy will come and give me a bowl again. The idiot drank heartily directly, and then handed the bowl to Lin.

"Wow, this tastes good, think about that day, the cost is still worth it. The old monk said that he couldn't smash it, and his eyes were staring directly at the white fish soup.

At a luncheon, everyone ate to their heart's content, the fish meat cut into thin layers at the back, roasted directly on the charcoal stove sizzling, and then after adding various ingredients, the aroma of barbecued fish and spices filled the dining room.

After the meal, Lin Liao held the warm and warm blue and red fish stone in his hand, and what he thought about was the little flamingo far away in the ancestral land of the corpse clan of the Divine Burial Mountain. After being separated for more than a month, Lin Li, who has never experienced the love between men and women, misses the cold and familiar girl a little, and the little flamingo who is still young and has not seen the supernatural powers.

"Master, do you have a star soul stone, a puppet official?" After a full meal at noon, under the ancient pine in the backyard of the self-residence, he was basking in the sun comfortably, and after hearing Lin Li's question, he opened his eyes.

"Where do you want to send the Star Soul Letter?"

"Well, the ancestral land of the corpse clan, okay?"

"Well, can you tell me why the old fisherman gave you this blue-silk white-scaled flying carp? The implication is self-evident.

"I don't know, when my predecessors gave me green silk and white phosphorus flying carp, I just mentioned this silver thread and gold thread to fish for green silk, and didn't say anything. Standing in the shadow of the ancient pine, Lin Li recalled what he had said before the morning, and found no other anomalies, and at that time, Lin Li only blurted out the words in his memory.

"Who knows the big dream first, I know it in my life?" The old monk lying on the bamboo chair said that he did not continue the topic of green silk and white-scaled flying carp, but focused on the old man's words.

"I don't know that, when I woke up in my memory, I thought of myself as if I was in a dream, not long ago when I rented land in the Divine Burial Mountain, I didn't feel anything else, and at this time I felt like I was in a dream. Lin Liao recalled the scene in his memory, he didn't notice other problems at that time, and it was a dream shadow when he thought about it at this time, and it was different when he thought about it.

"Then what do you remember?" the old monk continued.

"A long dream in which I wake up in endless darkness and wake up from a deep sleep. Lin Li talked about the scenes in his previous memories one by one.

"And what else do you remember?"

Oh, these two are the descendants of Senior Brother Dao, let me see how the root bones are. After speaking, the chubby Taoist gestured to Feiya and said to the two teenagers, after Lin Liao and Kongye understood, the chubby Taoist stepped forward and grabbed one of Lin Li's and Kongye's hands with both hands, and then the chubby Taoist was angry for a while, and with a circle down, the chubby Taoist let go of the hands of the two and said to Feiya: "This little novice." The heart is pure, the eyes have wisdom roots, and the achievements in the Heavenly Burial Temple can be waiting. As for this fair-skinned young man, he didn't have the slightest spiritual breath in his body, as if he had not been able to induce qi into the Dao to cultivate. Strange..."After speaking, the chubby Taoist didn't ask anything else, but turned around and walked towards the bluestone road by the lake where the willows drooped.

"Uncle Fei, who is that chubby Taoist?" Seeing that the chubby Taoist was gone, the little monk with a puzzled face said.

"Little guy, that's the mountain master of my Xuanqing Mountain Xuanshan line, and he is a big man in my Xuanqing Gate. ”

"Then he took our hand and said what he said correctly?" Lin Li also came back to his senses, what the Daoist said, Lin Li had heard similar things before, but for him to say the words of the empty field, it was the first time to hear it, and he never realized that the little monk who had known each other for a long time was extremely talented, and his achievements could be expected in the future.

"Eh, Senior Nephew Lin, this slightly chubby Taoist is the mountain master of my Xuanshan family, and his cultivation realm is unpredictable, what he said should have some truth. Thinking about the evaluation of the mountain master in the door, Feiya was not quite sure.

Lin Li didn't ask Uncle Feiya any other questions, and the little monk Kongye didn't ask anything else, and the three of them then went to the Qinghu Lake on the side, indeed, the lake was quite warm. Compared with the Xuanhu Lake just now, there are many Xuanshan people cultivating by the lake, but at this time, on the shore of the Qinghu Lake, there are few people here, only far away by the lake, a fisherman wearing a hat and not knowing the age.

"Uncle Fei, why is there no one cultivating here by the Qinghu Lake?" Seeing that the Qinghu Lake was so cold, the little monk continued.

"Yes, the little guy's knowledge is extraordinary, there are still few people in the Xuanqing Gate who know this, and even the few old guys who still exist today don't know that there are green silk and white-scaled flying carp in the Qinghu Lake of my Xuanqing Gate. Well, meeting is fate, the old decay looks at you pleasing to the eye, and this flying carp will keep you, little guy, and then. After speaking, the old angler directly threw the bamboo basket in his hand, and the force was controlled just right, Lin saw the flying bamboo basket, stretched out his right hand forward, and took the bamboo basket without much effort.

"Thank you, seniors. Taking the bamboo basket, Lin Liao respectfully thanked him, and the flying cliff on the side also saluted the old fisherman, while the little monk Kongye curiously stretched out his head to look at the bamboo basket in Lin Li's hand.

"Who thinks about the big dream, I know it in my life..."I don't care about the gratitude of the three of Lin, the old man who packed up everything, and then threw the bamboo basket to the forest, turned around directly, and walked towards the opposite side of the green lake, the old man stepped on the lake, and saw that the old man's cloth shoes had really stepped on the lake, but there was no trace of ripples, this strange picture, not only surprised Lin Li and the little monk Kongye, even if it was a flying cliff that was well cultivated, it was also dumbfounded.

It didn't take long for the old angler who had walked a few steps on the surface of Qinghu Lake to move away from the sight of Lin Li and the three of them, and then disappeared on the surface of the lake glowing with golden light.

"Fly... Uncle Fei, this old man is..."Looking at the old man whose figure suddenly disappeared on the surface of the golden lake, Lin asked with a stammer.

"This, I don't know much about this, I think it should be an elder of my Xuanqingmen Qingshan family. I belong to the Xuanshan family, and I don't have much contact with Qingshan, so I may know when my uncle goes back and asks your master. Regarding the situation in the picture just now, Fei Ya, who was quite unexpected, never knew the identity of the old man, so he could only answer so awkwardly.

Just as Lin Li was thinking about what the old man had just said to himself, in the bamboo basket held in his right hand, there were suddenly a few tremors with considerable strength, thinking that the green silk and white-scaled flying carp were beating, and the little monk Kongye, who had been curious for a long time, saw the old man disappearing into the lake, the bamboo basket in Lin Li's hand was constantly shaking, and he hurriedly stepped forward and took the bamboo basket from Lin Li's hand.