With Sang Chong's ambush, Li Gongfu can finally focus all his energy on the big thing that will happen in Qiantang this time.

Ning Xiu is also investigating this matter, but the information he knows is really limited.

I only learned from the mouths of some mountain spirits and monsters that when the Qiantang River rises again, it is the day when the treasure appears. But when the Qiantang River rises, no one can say clearly.

On this day, he stood on the shore, looking at the boundless Qiantang River, the breeze blowing, and his clothes and hair swaying slightly in the wind.

Ning Xiu suddenly felt that at this time, he was in the process of consummating his Qi cultivation, and even the Eyebrow Ancestral Aperture had been completely opened, and he was only one step away from entering the Dao.

The difference is the sympathy between heaven and man, and the most critical step of internal and external convergence.

So I simply rented a small boat and boated on the river.

No goal, no purpose.

Let the boat drift with the wind, wherever it goes.

Unconsciously more than ten miles from the shore, Ning Xiu raised his head, only to see a flat boat dozens of feet away parked in the river, and an old man sitting on the boat.

By this time, the snow had long stopped, but the old man's hat and coat had accumulated a thick layer of snow, and he was seen sitting in the bow of the boat, fishing quietly with a fishing rod in his hand.

"Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow......"

Ning Xiu muttered in a low voice, seeing what he saw, this situation and this scene were really like an ink landscape.

The boat drifted with the wind, and Ning Xiu got closer and closer to the fisherman.

When the two boats were only more than ten meters apart, he stopped the boat and looked up.

I saw that the fisherman was still sitting upright in the bow of the boat, and even the fishing rod and fishing line were not moving.

A light breeze blew, and the water rippled on the bow of the boat

"This man is patient......"

Ning Xiu glanced at the snow on the fisherman's robe, thinking that the other party didn't know how long he had been sitting here.

"That's it, that's it, God's will is like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch it today. The old man patted his thigh, screamed, and then put away the fishing rod in his hand and stood up.

He glanced at Ning Xiu and said with a smile: "A chance encounter by the river is also fate, if you don't dislike it, how about you come over and have a drink?"

"Then it will be a nuisance to the elderly. ”

Ning Xiu made a gesture, bowed slightly, and then flew up and landed on the fisherman's boat.

"Sit down. The fisherman waved his hand, and suddenly there was a small table of rosewood on the boat.

There were several extremely delicate wine vessels on the table, and a wine jug was boiling on the small red clay stove next to it.

"Is the old man fishing, why did he suddenly stop fishing again, did I disturb you?" Ning Xiu looked at the fisherman and said apologetically.

The fisherman looked at Ning Xiu, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Providence is like this, Xiaoyou doesn't have to be harsh." ”

"Calculate the time, this wine is almost ready, Xiaoyou might as well wait a little longer. ”

So saying, the fisherman took out a fan out of nowhere, sat down in front of the fire, and fanned it himself.

Looking at the fisherman's performance, Ning Xiu could only sigh secretly in his heart, he was really a wonderful person. He knew that he should have met some unborn senior today.

Like fishing, the fisherman fanned the fire, and he was also free of external objects and extremely focused.

Ning Xiu looked at the fisherman's appearance thoughtfully.

At this time, the appearance of the old man is not exactly in line with the sympathy of heaven and man, and the way of returning to the basics.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense, and he unconsciously began to imitate it, thus entering a state of cultivation that was mysterious and mysterious.

I don't know how long it took for a voice to sound, pulling it back to reality.

"The wine is ready!"

The fisherman laughed loudly, and with a slap of his right hand, the jug of wine left the stove and landed on the table with unmistakable accuracy.

It just fell between the two.

The old man reached out and picked up the flask, put it in front of him and sniffed it, looking intoxicated.

"Walk you!"

He let out a small cry and reached out to pull the cap.

It is no exaggeration to say that when Sun Jian opened the cap, Ning Xiu saw ten thousand spiritual lights radiating from the wine bottle. Such a familiar scene reminded him of the little Chinese master.

The glowing cuisine, he finally saw it.

The light dissipated, followed by a rich aroma of wine.

The surface of the river began to be restless, and large and small blisters kept popping up, plopping and plopping, as if the river water was boiling.

Seeing this, the old man just picked up the fishing rod with his right hand and threw it into the river, and immediately quieted down again.

Ning Xiu smelled the aroma of wine, only to feel that the muscles and bones in his body seemed to be lighter, and the aura in his body suddenly became active. Just smelling this wine has such an effect, you can imagine how terrifying the spiritual power contained in it is.

The fisherman personally poured Ning Xiu a cup, handed it over, and said, "Please." ”

He looked up at the fisherman, but did not stretch out his hand.

"This spirit wine is too precious, and it is useless, so please ask your predecessors to make it clear. ”

Unconsciously, the title has changed from an old man to a senior.

As Ning Xiu said, there is no merit and no luck, and there is nothing good in this world for no reason.

In the case that the old man did not explain the reason, no matter how good this cup of spirit wine was, he would not drink it.

"You take this glass of wine as an apology from the old man to you, and as for the reason, you will know later. ”

The old man looked at Ning Xiu, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he grinned: "You don't have to think that this wine is valuable, just drink it with confidence, but don't blame the old man in the future." ”

"Then thank you, old man. ”

The words have come to this point, if you refuse again, it will seem that Ning Xiu is too childish.

He reached out and took it, tilted his head, and drank it all.

The spirit wine entered his stomach, and Ning Xiu didn't have time to taste it, only to feel a fiery aura suddenly explode in his stomach, and this aura started from his dantian and rushed towards the limbs and hundreds of remains.

The spiritual power contained in the spiritual wine was even more powerful than he had imagined, and one after another spiritual power continued to wash Ning Xiu's meridian acupuncture points.

If this cup of spirit wine appeared in the present world, I don't know how many people would break their heads for it, but now it has all fallen into the mouth of Ning Xiu.

At first, he was in pain, but he quickly got used to it.

This is also thanks to the bowl of spiritual soup that the ghost mother gave him to drink that day.

Because of that bowl of spiritual soup, his body had already been transformed once, and his bearing capacity was naturally different.

The spiritual power of the riot began to gradually subside, and the remaining spiritual power did not re-gather in the Ningxiu Dantian, but scattered among his limbs and hundreds of remains.

With the support of this spiritual power, Ningxiu's cultivation path in the future can be said to be twice the result with half the effort.

Ning Xiu half-squatted on the ground, panting heavily.

In the cold season, as soon as the breath is released, it turns into a white mist.

And the fisherman has long since disappeared.

At this time, the sky suddenly sparsely fell with some snowflakes, Ning Xiu looked up, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on him.

Sure enough, it was late and the sky was snowing......