Wu Gen looked at the old man crawling on the beach, and was a little overwhelmed for a while.

Originally, I thought it was Yu Feng returning, but when I rescued the people at sea, I found that it was an ordinary person. Judging by this person's dress, he should be a fisherman at sea. In places close to the rising sea, there are also many herdsmen who go out to sea to fish for a living, this Wu Yan knows it, but he didn't expect to let himself meet one today.

After thinking about it, Wu Gan took the old fisherman back to his hut. Fang Cai had already tried it, and the old man was just an ordinary shepherd, and he didn't have half a point of cultivation. The wide knuckles and calloused palms all indicate that this is a cloth head who has worked for many years and is at the bottom.

Wu Gan poured a few mouthfuls of hot water into the old man, and carefully crossed a trace of true qi into his body, and after a while, the old man woke up.

When he opened his eyes and saw Wu Gan, the old man was so frightened that he sat on the ground and retreated again and again, "Ghost."

The sharp voice made Wu Gan's ears hurt a little, touched his shriveled face, and said angrily: "You drowned ghost, you are afraid that the ghost will not succeed."

The old man's eyes were a little confused, he looked at his hands, perhaps remembering what happened at sea, and couldn't help crying loudly, "I died so unjustly, I have two grandchildren in the poor family, how can they live."

Wu Yan was a little troubled by the noise, so he simply stood up, jumped into the sea in one step, and after a while, dragged a big fish that was two people tall ashore. After a few brushes with a broken knife, the big fish was divided into several sections.

Finding the piece of the fish head, Wu Gan lit the fire and concentrated on grilling the fish. After a while, oil bubbled out of the fish.

There was a sound of rustling behind him, and the old man was probably adrift at sea for a long time

I'm already hungry. At this time, he smelled the fragrance of fish, and finally stopped crying, moved behind Wu Gan, and timidly looked at the fish head on the fire.

"Do ghosts still want to eat?" Wu Yan picked off a piece of meat with a broken knife and placed it on the wide leaves on the ground.

Gently wipe off the grease on the blade with his fingers, the broken knife and Wu Gen have crossed the thunder tribulation many times, the rust on the knife surface has long been gone, and the blade is dark and shiny, which can be used as a mirror. There was a little cold light flashing at the blade, and it made people feel pain in their eyes when they looked at it. At night, there is often a low roar coming from it.

It's just that even though there is such a vision, here in Wu Gan, he still has to chop wood and cut meat every day, which is no different from an ordinary kitchen knife. In the world, the broken knife is also a rare treasure knife, if it is seen by someone with a heart, it will inevitably give birth to the feeling that the pearl is covered with dust.

Seeing Wu Yan stroking the knife, the old man fell to his knees and cried for so long, how did he not know that he was not dead. Although he didn't know the origin of the skeleton in front of him, hunger made him forget his fear, "Thank God for saving his life." As he spoke, the old man kowtowed again and again, for fear that this ghost would really make himself a ghost if it didn't go his way.

"Eat." Wu Gen gave an understatement order, and then concentrated on dealing with the fish head in front of him.

Food is the best thing to communicate with, whether it is a man or an animal. After a fish's head was down, the old man's fear of Wu Gen gradually disappeared, and he talked more. Through his narration, Wu Geng learned that the old man's name was Mo Jiu, and he came from a small island called Bibo Island in the east.

A few days ago, he came out to fish, but he encountered a sneak attack by the merman, and the fishing boat was destroyed.

Although the shepherd is the lord of Kuntianzhou, in some remote places, the shepherd is not always on top and will be bullied by other races.

From his mouth, he learned that a large number of raw sharks have invaded the territory of white sharks in recent days, burning and killing and plundering them everywhere, even these herdsmen do not let go.

Hearing this, Wu Yan couldn't help but be a little worried about Yu Feng's safety, for so long, he didn't send back any news, it could be that he was harmed by the raw shark.

Worry is worried, the days on the island still need to continue, and Wu Gan's body still needs to recover. In addition, Mo Jiu's boat has been destroyed by the raw shark, and he can't leave the island for the time being, so there is another guest in the hut.

Time passed, and the sun still rose in the East China Sea and set in the Western Ocean. Every day, in addition to meditation and pranayama, Wu Qian either swims on the top of the mountain like idle clouds, or strolls on the beach, watching the ebb and flow of the tide, watching the stars change, as if he has escaped into the world of penance.

It's not that he wants to put on this posture, but he is in

After the Five Realms, the human world has been formed, which is more different than before, and it is still necessary to understand the mystery in detail.

Mo Jiu didn't dare to disturb Wu Gan, because he couldn't leave, he could only make a living by chopping wood and cooking, and serve Wu Gan's daily life. For a fisherman like him, he suddenly met a stranger who was neither a ghost nor a ghost, as long as the other party didn't eat it, he could do anything.

After getting along for a long time, Mo Jiu gradually felt that this vicious-looking weird man was actually not so terrifying. Not only is he gentle in his words on weekdays, but he also takes care of himself, and every time he goes into the sea to fish, he does it himself, so as not to encounter danger.

The days on the island are peaceful, and the days go by,

Wu Gen finally stabilized his realm, and some more flesh and blood were born on his body. It's just that Wu Gen still has some faint shortcomings, it is said that the Yijing Mental Method has broken through the sixth level before the tribulation, but it has still not reached the seventh level after the tribulation. It's like a veil that is always hazy and unbreakable.

At night, the bright moon will shine like water, and it will be another month of high wind and clear night. Wu Yan stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the sparkling waves in the distance, the qi and blood in his body and the sound of the wind, initially gentle, gradually turbulent.

The sound of qi and blood surging in the body became louder and louder, and the sound was agitated in the air, even overshadowing the sea breeze blowing in the face. Wu Gan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and after a long time, Fang sat on a boulder and slowly stretched out his fingers.

A barely detectable force struck out and struck into the air where there was nothing. The wind blowing over the top of the mountain seemed to stagnate, and in an instant it whistled again.

Stretching out his finger again and again, the wind around him flickered and stopped, as if someone was fanning the wind with a fan.

Wu Yan sighed and stopped exerting his strength. He was looking for a feeling that was strange and indescribable. There was a moment when he slashed Ji Zhong under the fire thundercloud, and he felt something in his heart, but at this time, he could no longer find that feeling.

He is a man with a wide heart, and if he can't find it, he can't find it, and the opportunity has not yet come. simply emptiness and clarity of mind, silently practicing Xuanyuan technique.

The island is far away from people, it is pure, and it has a steady stream of innate Qi. Unconsciously, Wu Gen had already settled deeply, stretching out a finger and not moving, as if he had merged with the boulder under him.

The wind rises and falls, the moon has been deceived, and Wu Gan, who has been completely forgetful, did not notice it, and his body was around

The moonlight became viscous, like a pulp of clear light, gradually condensed into a flowery brilliance, like a butterfly in the body or hidden or revealed. The mountains and rocks have also become softer, and the breath of life is everywhere, as if spring has come here.

A small grass born among the stones, with some withered leaves due to the poor soil underneath, suddenly waives in the wind, and the green gradually dyes the leaf tips.

A flower bone buried under the leaves, struggling to raise its head, the petals trembling and blooming, showing its delicacy to the silver moon.

Perhaps inspired by the meaning of this life, Wu Gan's shadow suddenly shook twice, like a seed buried in the soil, trying to break through the darkness and take a look at the bright world.

The light around him was even brighter, and the shadow began to squirm, carefully dodging the light butterflies and stretching its body.

Finally, the shadow stood up, writhing and standing behind Wu Gan, constantly changing its form, and finally turned into a human form. Looking at his appearance, he is very similar to Wu Gan, but there is still some blur between his eyebrows and eyes.

The figure walked around Wu Qian silently, awkwardly exploring his hands and feet, and wandering mischievously among the light butterflies. It's just that the figure doesn't seem to be able to fully control its body, and its movements look a little weird.

Gradually, the distance between the figure and Wu Gen became farther and farther, and the black line connecting the two became thinner and thinner. Suddenly, the figure suddenly turned his head and looked at Wu Gan, who was motionless, and the connection between him and Wu Gan had been broken by himself.

The figure froze, slowly lifted one leg, and tried to take a small step forward. After a moment's shake, the figure waited for a long time before taking the second step, followed by the third, and then to the end

It walked faster and faster, jumping happily on the top of the mountain, lingering among the dancing butterflies like the spirit of the mountain, as if playing a silent jade sound.

The black figure is reflected in the light, and the light and darkness coexist in harmony in this way. Under the quiet moon, this scene

It looks so weird, poignant or a little touching.

There was a sound of stones tumbling, and only an exclamation could be heard in the darkness, someone had rolled down from the mountain, breaking the scene.

The figure paused, turned around and jumped to Wu Gan's side, burrowed into his body and disappeared, and the reflection on the ground returned to normal.

Wu Gen was suddenly awakened, his body slammed forward, and a strong energy condensed in his fingertips shot out silently with a string of faint blue arcs. The sea breeze that had been hovering over the top of the mountain stopped suddenly, as if the stream had been cut off, and the sense of pleasure was suddenly lost.

Standing up from the stone suddenly, Wu Gen looked at his fingers in amazement, as the so-called intentionally planting flowers and flowers do not bloom, and unintentionally planting willows and willows, unintentionally, he really broke through the sevenfold slash.

The meaning of the sevenfold can be wind, cut off the water, and chop the technique, and the third type of knife technique that Wu Gen has been pondering finally has an eyebrow, that is to say, the knife method can not only deal with the real thing, but also cut some invisible things.

In a good mood, Wu Gan swiped his hand casually, laughed and jumped down the mountain. He had to thank Mo Jiu, if it weren't for his disturbance, it would take a lot of time for this last layer to be broken.

Behind him, a thin straight line suddenly appeared on a boulder the size of a house. If you are interested in looking at it, you will find that there is a very narrow gap in this thin line, only a few

The sheet is wide and the cross-section is as smooth as a mirror.

On the second day, Wu Gen looked at Mo Jiu, who had a layer of gauze wrapped around his head, and couldn't help but be a little funny, "Mo Jiu, you've been here for a while, why don't I send you back to Bibo Island."

"Lord Wu Zhai, but there is no boat on the island, and the waves on the sea are strong, how to cross the sea." Mo Jiu's face was ashamed, he saw something strange on the mountain last night, so he quietly climbed up, not wanting to see the black figure playing under the moon at a glance, so he rolled down the mountain in shock. If Wu Gan hadn't rescued him in time, I'm afraid he would have to break his arms and legs if he didn't die at this time.

"Well said." Wu Qian jumped into the forest on the island, found one of the thickest trees, and brought it down with a knife. Then the wood branches and sawdust flew wildly, and soon a small canoe appeared in front of Mo Jiu.

"Master Wu Zhai, you must have been a good carpenter during your lifetime." Mo Jiu praised from the bottom of his heart, until now, he still thought that Wu Jian was a dead corpse.

Wu Gen smiled slightly, he was not a pestle, he had stayed on this island for too long, and Yu Feng had not returned, so he couldn't stay here forever.

Now that he is in the Five Realms, he can go without food for more than ten days, and he doesn't need to prepare too much when he walks on the sea. It's just that Mo Jiu didn't have a cultivation after all, so Wu Jian prepared this canoe to bring some food to Mo Jiu.

Everything was ready, and Wu Gen left a letter for Yu Feng in the house, which told him the location of Bibo Island. If the aftermath comes back, with the merman's familiarity with this sea, it should be easy to find himself.

"Gone." Wu Yan greeted Mo Jiu, who was sitting at the stern, and stood at the bow of the boat with his hands in his hands, without using oars, and with a light slap under his feet, the canoe went east in the wind

Go.

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