Ma Tan stepped forward and explained: "This gentleman, just a sentence, right or wrong, don't mind so much. I'm ready to leave, so it's better not to be aggressive. ”

"Hugh wants to talk nonsense." The angler waved his hand and pointed at me again: "You, what you just said, say it again." ”

Seeing that we couldn't leave if we wanted to, my heart let go.

I rushed up to meet it and said to the fisherman: "Just say, I just said, we helped you eat that fish, isn't it a kind of moderation?" ”

"When you eat that fish, isn't it a kind of moderation...... When you eat fish, it is also a kind of degree...... Eat fish...... Degree ......"

The fisherman seemed to have committed another dementia, his eyes rolled up, and his mouth repeatedly muttered these words, as if he had entered a realm.

I hurriedly waved my hand secretly, and a few of us wanted to sneak away while the fishermen were not paying attention to us. Such a person is moody, has an eccentric temper, sometimes looks normal, and speaks very organized, but when he can't say when, he will speak incoherently and his thinking will be disordered. When the time comes, he really might kill us.

Then we can die enough to be aggrieved. Just now, Fat Dahai was almost killed by him. If he does this again, we're afraid we'll not be so lucky.

A few of us tiptoed along the edge of the cave entrance and slowly moved our bodies to the outside of the cave entrance.

"You say......" The fisherman rolled his eyes and pondered for a moment, as if he had suddenly come to his senses, only to find that we had all exited the cave. He immediately rushed out and grabbed my arm: "Leave slowly...... Tell me, why do you eat that fish in your stomach, which is also a kind of moderation? I think it makes sense, but I can't think of it...... You...... You help me ......"

The fisherman may be afraid that we can't understand the classical Chinese again, so this time he used a lot of vernacular Chinese, but his vernacular is still mixed with a lot of ancient Chinese, which sounds nondescript and a little laughable.

And his hand was so strong that he pinched my arm like it was about to break.

I screamed and cried in pain.

"You let go of the boss." Seeing this, the fat sea hurriedly rushed over and reached out to break the fisherman's fingers.

The fat man's hands were not small, and he couldn't break the fisherman's fingers with all his strength.

I was dragged by the fishermen from the outside of the cave and back inside.

I grinned in pain, and the angler didn't care about my pain, but continued to ask me, "Why did you wait to eat this fish, but it was a kind of temperance...... Tell me...... My head hurts......"

The fisherman said as he was in agony, and with his other hand he kept tapping his skull.

I was pinched by him so painful that I couldn't even speak, so how could I answer his question?

Everyone was in a hurry, but for such a strange person, the use of force is not an opponent of others, and it seems that he can't persuade with words.

The angler also seemed to have entered a different realm, he kept muttering, but the strength of his hands did not relax at all.

I only felt a sharp pain in my arm at first, and then I gradually lost consciousness.

So it goes

Go, I guess the bones in my arms will be broken by him.

I just felt my head buzzing, and I guess the bruises on my face were protruding.

At this life-or-death juncture, I suddenly felt a strange sensation in my arm. Originally, he was pinched and numb, and he lost consciousness. Suddenly, a breath seemed to burst out.

I don't know where that breath came from, and I don't know where it's going. Anyway, it suddenly appeared on my arm. I could even feel the breath running down my arm, and soon it was crawling all over my arm.

I was feeling amazed when the air flow instantly turned into energy, making my arms feel powerful.

I tried my luck, and the muscles in my arms tensed instantly.

I jerked my arm, and with all my strength, I pulled it out of the fisherman's hand.

At the same time, the fisherman was defenseless, and was thrown out by my own arm.

Now, the fisherman's mind was finally dragged back from that dead end. He was dumbfounded, looking first at his own hand and then at my arm. There was an incredible expression on his face.

"Thou arm...... This is the Wheel of Fire Arms...... You ......"

The angler uttered another string of inexplicable words. Looks like it's talking about my arm.

I didn't care what he said, and glanced at my left arm. That moment just now, it was also beyond my expectations. But now that I look at it, the arms are the same as usual, and there is no difference. I tried to clench my fists, but the moment I was pinched by the angler, it was still painful.

It also makes me wonder, how did I get my arm out of his hand just now?

My left arm, it seems that there really is some secret. Since the fight started with the natal lamp extinguished, this puzzling phenomenon has often appeared from time to time.

Today, from the mouth of this fisherman, it seems that he has heard a new name.

I turned my head and asked Fat Dahai: "Fatty, what did he just say about my arm?" ”

The fat man was also confused, thought about it, and said, "He seems to be saying what is your arm...... What firewheel arm? ”

"What's the Steamer Arm?"

"How do I know, you have to ask him!" Fat Sea shrugged his shoulders and looked at the angler.

At this time, the angler had returned to his original state, muttering: "Why is eating fish also moderate?" Why...... Why? ”

I can't see it well, this guy is a little crazy again. Come and pinch my arm again later, I guess my arm won't be able to hold it.

I hurriedly said, "Let me tell you, why is eating fish also moderate?" ”

When the fisherman heard this, he nodded frequently and said to me, "Okay." Tell me, why? ”

I scratched my head and smiled bitterly. I just said it casually, and it was really not easy for me to tell a theory.

But in such a situation, I can't do it if I don't say it.

"Actually...... The reason is simple. I ask you, what is degree? ”

I really admire myself now, and I used a rhetorical question to kick the ball back to the angler.

The angler blinked

eye, said: "Duhua...... Normalization is one way. ”

"Method, what method?" I then asked.

"Everything in the world is suffering, and tempering is the way to get rid of suffering and be happy."

At this time, the fisherman's expression was rarely solemn, he was serious, and his tone of voice was extraordinarily calm, without the slightest wave. I can't hear a little anger or any other emotion in it.

(End of chapter)

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