On the hidden path of Tai'an Mountain, Jiang Ziwang rolled up his sleeves and half-squatted by the stream, holding the clear stream water with both hands and splashing it on his face. The little Taoist Si Ming stood beside him, and the two of them were not in any hurry.

"Mr. Jiang, why do you want to participate in these things, whether the devil comes or not, in fact, it doesn't mean much."

Jiang Ziwang, who was extremely refreshed after washing his face, picked up a handy pebble, stood up and wanted to make a splash, but the pebble sank as soon as it touched the water.

Si Ming covered his mouth and smiled: "Mr. Jiang is still worried about the second uncle's picture scroll?" ”

"It seems that it is hopeless to win the true painting of Lin Rulong from your second uncle."

"Shizun also made this bet with the second uncle on the East China Sea, when the master threw 1,800, and the second uncle threw 1,800."

Sikong looked at the ripples of the creek, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned with a touch of brightness: "If I'm not mistaken, when the second uncle made this bet with you, he threw seven or eight times, and he was lucky enough to roll three, right?" ”

Jiang Ziwang laughed when he heard this, shook the water droplets on his hand and felt a little unhappy, so he directly touched the robe twice, and said: "I don't know if the devil has nothing to do with the overall situation, but I'm afraid that this little thing will eventually become a big thing, so I pushed all the unnecessary battles to the Shifang Pavilion, the Immortal Alliance Conference, but I can't stand a little wave." ”

Si Ming nodded and said nothing.

"As long as this Kunlun Void Immortal Continent does not bleed, the human heart and ghost domain outside will not be able to pollute the conference."

Si Ming said, "The third uncle has already gone to the ferry in person, so it shouldn't be a big problem." ”

Jiang Ziwang followed Si Ming and set off: "Actually, as long as it's not your second uncle, Brother Xutian, whoever goes is the same." ”

Si Ming laughed, this is reasonable.

The ferry boat was really boring, Chu Shishanhe lay down until noon before getting up lazily, looked at the hungry things on the table, took a few fruits from the small bamboo basket, and walked out of the door.

Chu Shi Shanhe is the heir of the Demon Clan's Wing Demon Clan, born with Demon Wings, and the heavens have always relied on their own wings, so it's good to sit on the ferry. Like this, it takes more than ten days to sit, and it really costs Chu Shi's life in the mountains and rivers.

Today's weather is also excellent, the little beggar came out early to occupy the position, there is no way to weigh four or five days and learn for four or five days, before buying a set of ordinary fishing 'fish' equipment, spent a full two pieces of medium-grade spirit stones, if you can't catch anything, it will be a loss home.

Chu Shishanhe carried a small Mazha, casually placed it next to the little beggar, glanced down at the vast sea of clouds, and felt that there was nothing to see, so he sat back on the Mazha and crossed Erlang's legs, looking at the little beggar with a cautious face.

"Actually, this kind of flying fish is not easy to catch."

“…”

"Your bait, no."

“…”

"This kind of flying fish has the most delicate temperament, and your low-grade spirit stone is a pound of bait, I'm afraid that only flying fish that are dying of hunger will eat it." Chu Shishanhe glanced up at the sun: "It's early summer, if you come to fish in winter, maybe the chance of encountering fish that is about to starve to death will be greater." ”

"Xiaoyou knows this flying fish very well." Beside him, an old Confucian who had also not seen a fish hooked for a long time turned his head to look at Chu Shishan River.

Chu Shishanhe peeled the oranges taken out of the room, turned his head upside down to look at the old child who was facing away from him, and said with a smile: "It's so-so." ”

"I said you can't keep your mouth shut?" The little beggar looked at Chu Shishanhe, who was acting strangely, and scolded.

Chu Shishanhe broke off a petal of orange and threw it into his mouth: "Of course you can, but I don't want to." ”

“…”

made the old Confucian laugh more than once.

Chu Shishanhe, who was bored in every way, was really bored when he looked at the vast sea of clouds, and smashed all the orange peels into the sea of clouds, which startled more than ten flying fish, and the anglers who watched were stunned.

The flying fish is delicate and delicious, an ordinary flying fish is to three to nine medium-grade spirit stones, if you are lucky enough to catch the six-winged fish king, it is not a matter of one or two superb spirit stones.

Although this flying fish is not rare, it is extremely flexible, if the person who does not enter the king realm gets off the boat to catch it, it is almost impossible to catch it, but how can a strong person who has entered the king realm be interested in this small money. So the price of an ordinary flying fish like this is very embarrassing.

The fishermen who originally thought that flying fish were scarce at this time, saw that the flying fish was scattered by this person, and they were directly angry.

Because they couldn't figure out the heels of Master Chu's mountains and rivers, some powerless and powerless casual cultivators couldn't make a move when they saw this strangely dressed young man, so they could only consider themselves unlucky, pack up their tools, and no longer waste time here.

However, a few noble sons dressed in fancy clothes to pass the time by fishing surrounded Chu Shishan River.

"Fellow Daoist, this is not good, it not only disturbs the flying fish, but also destroys everyone's elegance, causing everyone to have no fish to fish, how can this be counted?"

Chu Shishanhe used his feet together, and turned to look at several nobles with this Mazha, and said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, or..."

Chu Shishanhe took out a few peaches from his arms, and said with a sincere face: "After eating the oranges, I will take these to compensate you." ”

"Scoundrel, splash." Several noble sons glanced at the strange black straight knife behind Chu Shishanhe, suppressed the anger in their hearts, scolded twice and left.

Chu Shishanhe waved his hand, and did not forget to say goodbye: "Bye, remember to continue tomorrow." ”

The little beggar also packed up his things and moved to the other side of the observation deck on the boat, far away from the mountains and rivers that no longer took care of Chu Shi, and there was no way to stick to the money, so there was no love to talk about.

Chu Shishanhe scratched his hair, enjoyed the breeze, and finally turned his head to look at the old child who still chose to sit in the bow of the boat, and asked, "Why don't you leave, sir." ”

The old man stroked his whitening goatee and replied, "It has nothing to do with yours and I catch mine." ”

Hearing this, Chu Shishanhe gave a thumbs up: "Mr. is so courageous." ”

As the sun sank in the west, Chu Shishan looked at the vast sea of clouds, the old man was fishing, and the two of them were frozen for a day.

It wasn't until the day that the monk in the Confucian shirt stretched his waist and began to pack up the fishing gear, which was the same as Chu Shishan and He expected, and the old man really didn't catch a flying fish.

"You drove everyone away, but you want to sit here alone, others will always think you are rude and domineering, but I think you are pitiful."

"What to say." Chu Shishanhe rubbed his somewhat hazy dream eyes, not looking at the sea of clouds.

"You're scared, and even have low self-esteem, so now you're running away." After packing up the fishing gear, the old man pointed to the woodcutter behind Chu Shishanhe and asked, "A very important person gave it to you." ”

Chu Shishanhe stopped talking, and subconsciously wanted to go to the woodcutter, but when he came back to his senses, he was actually righted by the old child, Chu Shishanhe stopped the movements in his hand, froze there, motionless.

The old man thought about it, took out a somewhat worn book from his arms, gently placed it at the foot of Chu Shishan River and instructed: "Remember to read it when you have time." ”

After speaking, the old child returned with fishing gear.

Chu Shishanhe didn't look back and whispered, "Thank you, sir." ”

The old man waved his hand: "It's better to hear this gentleman at night, it's too unreal during the day." ”

Chu Shishanhe didn't pay attention to it, just looked up at the bright moon, and when the old man walked away, the board of the boat, which was originally not a large number, was even more desolate, Chu Shishanhe muttered: "Old man, I'm a little scared." ”

In fact, this is the first time that Chu Shishan River has walked the rivers and lakes.

The wind blew and lifted the old book, turning page by page, in an extremely orderly manner.

Chu Shishan and He went to see the title of the book on the bright moon, which turned out to be the most common and ordinary "Thirteen Classics" on the human continent.

Chu Shishanhe waved his hand and wanted to throw it away, but after thinking about it, he finally chose to stuff it into his arms.

It's cheap to give away for free, and there is a reason not to take advantage of it.

That's how Chu Shishanhe persuaded himself.

The next day Qingming, Chu Shishanhe woke up early, frightened little beggar who was carrying fishing gear and ready to continue the struggle, looked confused, patted his cheek vigorously and thought that he had not woken up yet.

Chu Shishanhe rubbed his hair that had been a little messy after sleeping all night, and asked, "Little beggar, I've known you for so long, what's your name?" ”

"Whatever." was troubled by Chu Shishan River, and the little beggar who didn't catch a fish for a day naturally didn't have a good temper.

"Look at your stingy look, just like if I didn't mess with you and you could catch it." Chu Shi Shanhe yawned, patted his chest, and said: "My brother's name is Chu Shi Shanhe, the word is taboo, little beggar, you can call me Chu Shi Shanhe eldest brother, and temporarily live in Daming City Grass Horse Farm." ”

"Master Chu?" The little beggar was stunned for a moment, and when he heard this surname, he naturally remembered the unique lineage in the world of Daozhou, the family of the eight kings of the demon clan, Chu Shi. But the little beggar was still a little unsure, and a little puzzled: "Demon clan, Master Chu's family in the capital?" ”

"Yes, I can even guess that." Chu Shishanhe grinned: "In the future, if you have any opinions about me, let's bear with it first." ”

"Hey, yes, bear with it first, and then pick a dark and windy night to carry a big bucket of and urine to paint the door of our house." Chu Shishanhe nodded and emphasized: "When the time comes, if you want to lift a few buckets and carry a few buckets, if I Chu Shishanhe dares to say half a word, you will screw my head off and kick it as a ball." ”

This made the little beggar even more puzzled, after all, it was really hard to believe that people were carrying filthy things to paint their own doors: "Are you really from the Chu Master's family, the capital of the Demon Clan?" ”

"It's like a fake." Chu Shishanhe casually picked up the apples in the fruit basket on the table, took a bite and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Hou Bansu, ancestral surname Ji, during the period of the emperor, a descendant of the Marquis of Tianyan!" The little beggar who called himself Hou Bansu said proudly.

"Tianyanhou?" Chu Shi Shanhe thought of the frequent appearance of the Terran great master Tianyan Hou in the ancient history books of the Demon Race, looked at Hou Bansu again, and said: "It is indeed a big man, but how can you be like this." ”

"The sky is the quilt, the earth is the bed, Lao Tzu is willing, can you take care of it?"

Chu Shishanhe nodded, and didn't bother to speak.

"In the future, even if you call me Master Hou, our debts are not negotiable, and you can't pay anything less." After Hou Bansu finished speaking, he lifted the fishing gear and opened the door to make money. There is no way to spend an inch of money, God knows how much money he has lost by talking nonsense with Chu Shi Shanhe for so long.

"Master Hou?" Chu Shishanhe threw the bright red apple in his hand and said with a smile: "Look at your tattered appearance, forget about Tianyan Hou, the tattered Hou is not bad." ”

If others say that Chu Shi Shanhe really doesn't believe it, but this weird little beggar everywhere really has to believe it, just like Chu Shi Shanhe dressed up and said that he was the son of Chu Shi's family, you look at that will believe.

Chu Shishanhe opened the "Thirteen Classics" given by the old child at the head of the bed, and the title page is a line of small characters in Qingxiu Lishu.

'The three-foot Qingming sword is in hand, and there is no sky on the lotus crown. ’

Chu Shi Shanhe couldn't figure out how to write unruly words on the "Thirteen Classics", the most regular Confucian classics in the human world.

I don't see the sky, it seems that only the demons will say this, could it be that the Confucian monk is also a demon?

Chu Shishanhe shook his head, thinking that it was unlikely, there was a demon who was willing to be the most troublesome Confucian in the human world, Chu Shishanhe no longer wanted to turn the book slowly.

The reason why the "Thirteen Classics" is named the Thirteen Classics is that it gathers the essence of the thirteen Confucian classics in the human world.

Although the thirteen scriptures have their own strengths, they are all teaching people rules on their feet, and these things are just nonsense for demons and evil spirits.

If it was six years ago, Chu Shi Shanhe would have slapped him in the face, and the reason why Chu Shi Shanhe can see it now is that in addition to the three years of the world in the Chu Shifu in the capital of the demon clan, there are also three years of crawling outside Daming City in the Human Continent, and it is also because of the words on the title page.

Chu Shi Shanhe really wanted to see what the sword that could make Confucian disciples disrespect the sky.