For the next period of time, except for Ji Fengtian, everyone else was locked in the room, thinking about the gains from the battle with Dongye.

Everyone felt the power of the rules up close, realized the weakness of their own strength, and began to strengthen their divine consciousness on their own to comprehend the Great Dao of the Underworld.

Among them, the most abundant is naturally the white core. His cultivation method is similar to Dongye's, both have a certain attainment in the soul, and naturally feel the rhythm of the other party's soul rules.

Others, although they didn't comprehend it directly, had come into contact with some rough ones, and their fear of seventh-order cultivators could already be ignored.

As for Ji Fengtian, he lived a very leisurely life, carrying a fishing rod every day, sitting by the river, watching the ebb and flow of the tide, reminiscing about life, and becoming more and more simple. If you didn't know Ji Fengtian, you would definitely treat him as an ordinary person at this time.

"Hehe, young man, how was your harvest today?"

Behind Ji Fengtian, a porter came up, looked at Ji Fengtian with a smile, took out a fishing rod casually, and followed Ji Fengtian to learn in style.

It's just that the river is turbulent, and there are fish there. Ji Fengtian is sitting here, nothing more than polishing time and sharpening his mood.

The porter saw that Ji Fengtian didn't speak, and he didn't get angry, although he didn't know this young man, but his hobby of fishing made him think highly of Ji Fengtian.

Blowing the river breeze, the porter lay on his back on the ground, with a straw stick in his mouth, and the fishing rod was stuck in the ground, allowing the river wind to blow and swing up and down.

Time passed little by little, Ji Fengtian occasionally picked up the fishing rod, and found that the bait on it was missing, so he could only put it on again, Ji Fengtian stared at the river.

As for the porter, he has slept there since he came, and has not taken care of the rod at all.

From mid-day to sunset, the porter gradually opened his eyes, gently touched the fishing rod, took out the wine jug, and took a few sips.

Turning his gaze to Ji Fengtian, the porter wondered why the young man had such good patience, Rao was a human of his age, and he couldn't sit here for such a long time.

When he saw Ji Fengtian's constant bait change, he smiled dumbly, but he didn't break it.

There are no fish in the river, it does not mean that there is no one, but only really strong fish can survive in this turbulent river, and their number is naturally scarce. In order to fight the river, these fish, swimming desperately, have all the small thorns in their bodies, the meat is delicious, and full of a sense of strength.

At the beginning, Ji Fengtian dived into the water and caught a big fish, and after tasting the umami, Ji Fengtian suddenly had an urge to fish.

Moreover, Ji Fengtian found that there were many people fishing by the river, except for him, all of them were the fun of porters in their spare time.

What makes Ji Fengtian even more helpless is that these porters have harvests every day, but they are empty.

Through these observations, Ji Fengtian found that the person who also spoke to himself before could catch two or three fish every day. On the first day, the porter also gave Ji Fengtian one.

Although this fish is delicious, it has no aura in its body, and it can only satisfy its appetite. Therefore, the major families call this fish "poor fish".

The poor fish were not sold, and only these porters caught some from the river in order to support their families, so as to meet the needs of normal families and save a lot of money.

After a while, Ji Fengtian found that the porter next to him moved, and the fishing rod in his hand was raised at will, sometimes putting a long line, sometimes tightening the fishing rod, and the whole action was like flowing water.

At the end, the porter flicked his rod, and a big silver fish came out of the water, and the porter quickly picked up the net and caught the poor fish in the net.

Feeling Ji Fengtian's gaze, the porter smiled slightly, nodded at Ji Fengtian, threw the fishing rod down again, and then sat on the ground regardless of the movement of the fishing rod.

took out the wine jug from his arms, took a sip, and threw it at Ji Fengtian. Ji Fengtian was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the wine jug. Looking at the porter, Ji Fengtian smiled and poured a big mouthful.

To be honest, the porter's wine was not a good wine, and the strong spicy taste passed through Ji Fengtian's throat and finally came out of his nostrils.

He took a deep breath and poured back a strong smell of wine.

"Hehe, young man, what a lot of wine!" the porter looked at Ji Fengtian with a smile.

Ji Fengtian returned the wine jug to the porter and asked curiously, "Uncle, why can you all catch fish, but I can't?"

"Oh, how do you fish?" asked the porter, smiling.

"I've tried your methods, and I've used many of my own methods, but these big fish just don't take the bait. I have changed many kinds of bait, and the big fish seem to be deliberately avoiding me. Ji Fengtian said with some distress.

"Hehe!" the porter glanced at Ji Fengtian with a smile, and then said, "Young man, what are you thinking about when you are fishing?"

"I'm thinking about fishing!" Ji Fengtian said directly.

"Hehe, young man, your status is extraordinary, and someone has arranged it for you. What you need, someone will quickly prepare it for you. Therefore, your desire is not strong. In the same way, your desire is too strong. The old man said with a little meaning.

Ji Fengtian touched his chin thoughtfully.

If you are too eager for something, it will manifest itself in your heart, emanating from your thoughts, disturbing the magnetic field of the surrounding space. If it was an ordinary person, it would be fine, but he was a cultivator, and his mind was strong enough to interfere with the fish in the water.

Seeing that Ji Fengtian understood, the porter said again: "The life of our mortals is only less than a hundred years. In the past 100 years, we have to go through all kinds of hardships and move forward with responsibilities. However, we know that contentment is also easy to satisfy. ”

The porter talked a lot, Ji Fengtian listened a lot, and later, Ji Fengtian gradually fell into contemplation.

Watching Ji Fengtian ponder, the porter nodded, flicked the fishing rod in his hand, caught a big fish, threw it into Ji Fengtian's fish basket, and left without looking back.

At the beginning of the sunset and the beginning of the month, the moon set and the sunrise, Ji Fengtian sat by the river in a daze, his eyes closed, the breath on his body became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely.

The porters came by, not noticing at all that there was a young man by the river.

A day passed, and no one noticed Ji Fengtian's existence. Until the moon rose, the breath on Ji Fengtian's body was gradually released, this time, his breath was no longer so abrupt, but merged with the air, people are like air, and air is like people.

"Yes, persistent belief limits our minds and imprisons our souls. It is also because of this belief that we have desires and distracting thoughts. Ji Fengtian opened his eyes, threw the rod, closed the rod, and a big silver fish fell into the fish basket.

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