Chapter 53: The Maker of the Bamboo Basket

"Jiang Sunya...... Good name, the person who gave you the name must be very talented. Jiang Ming praised, I don't know if I'm really sincere.

At this time, the chief and Lian Hui walked over.

The chief was drenched, his face was aggrieved, but Lian Hui didn't have anything to do, and there was cunning in his eyes.

Jiang Ming was very happy when he saw it.

Falling in love is such a thing, it doesn't matter who takes advantage of it, and today it seems that girls are triumphant.

But in fact, it is a harbinger for girls to put their lives into it, and they are still willing.

Except, of course, licking dogs.

Two people have a good impression of each other, teasing, that's called fun.

But people don't want to deal with you at all, or directly treat you as a tool, and you lick it hard, that's stupid.

If you don't love yourself, how can anyone love you.

The little boy Jiang Sunya did not have the leisure and elegance of Jiang Ming, he took out a small bamboo basket from his arms.

The bamboo basket is so small that it can probably hold a cricket or something.

"Up!" Jiang Sunya washed the bamboo basket with water, and then stirred up a line of water droplets like the sky.

After the water droplets rose to the highest, they did not fall, just like a water bridge that seemed to be connected.

At this time, the giant fish floating in the lake were as agreed, and from small to large, they floated in line on the bridge of water that was no longer than their fins.

As soon as the giant fish reached the water bridge, it became the size of an ant.

Knock knock a few times.

The giant fish that covered the surface of the lake slipped into Jiang Sunya's small bamboo basket one after another, and after a while, there was no trace of the giant fish on the lake.

Jiang Sunya smiled and shook the bamboo basket in his hand: "Big harvest, it's really beautiful!"

"Didn't you say it's soulless? Jiang Ming laughed.

Jiang Sunya raised his little face to the sky: "Newcomer, you are less proud, I am the aboriginal of Yunzhong Village, even if you enter the village, you are all my descendants."

What's ......?"

Jiang Sunya frowned, his little head couldn't think of any words, and the paste was stirred: "No matter what, you have to call me, grandpa!"

"What's it called?"

"Grandpa!"

"Well, good boy, my good grandson. ”

"Die. ”

Jiang Sunya snorted, tilted his head, picked up the bamboo pole and picked up the bamboo basket, and left directly.

Jiang Ming summoned the two chiefs and followed Jiang Sunya step by step: "Child, I got you so many fish, won't you invite me to your house as a guest?"

"Slightly, I won't invite you, bad guy!" Jiang Sunya made a grimace that he thought was the ugliest, wanting to scare Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming naturally didn't care, he said this, in fact, he wanted to meet the strange people who lived in seclusion in Yunzhong Village.

Just now, the little boy Jiang Sunya's trick of turning a big into a small one is very similar to the thaumaturgy of the mustard seed Na Sumeru in the Buddhist family.

In Jiang Ming's opinion, this thaumaturgy may be very exquisite, but it has not reached the point of stunning him after all.

Jiang Sunya is an ordinary child, and there is no trace of cultivation on his body.

And it's such a kid who casts spells that many great cultivators can't do.

Even if the bamboo basket is weird, it is a magic weapon that reaches the sky, and it has a strange use.

But the man who made it was also a genius of peerless talent.

An ingenious magic weapon was used by a child at will, and there was no symptom of backlash at all.

"Little Yaya, can you tell me who made this bamboo basket of yours?"

"Cut, why should I tell you. ”

"I have something better than fish!"

"Cut, who is rare!"

"Really. ”

"Really!"

A moment later, Jiang Sunya sat on the chief's back, brandishing a lollipop and throwing joy hard.

Jiang Ming was pondering.

The bamboo basket is made of chickens? I heard the news about chickens, and where is this chicken sacred?