The rain disappeared in the sky, and the light in front of him dimmed, and before he knew it, Zhijia was really in a volute.

Overhead is a smooth curved dome, densely patterned, exuding a faint earthy smell. Zhi Hunt really heard the rapid raindrops hitting it, sonorous, like the sound of round after round of Jin Ge Iron Horse. Beside him was a slightly wriggling soft body of a color-changing snail, snow-white and fat, secreting colorful mucus from time to time, shining with a little light in the dark volute.

Zhijia really looked at himself, and he didn't notice that he had shrunk. Although in many folk tales, Prince Qiao has long been rumored to be a god, but witnessing the pebble-like volute into a wide court with his own eyes, Zhi Hunt Zhen is still amazed. He remembered that when he fell in mid-air, there had never been a fierce beast attacking Prince Qiao. The technique of this world's first scholar is very different from the orthodox Daomen.

"I've been running around for a long time, isn't my son hungry?" asked Wang Ziqiao.

Zhi Hunt Zhen took out a few black nests from his arms and said, "I have prepared a little dry food." He hesitated for a moment, and then said, "There should be a few supply granaries secretly laid by my father in this area, but now it is raining heavily and it is inconvenient to find them." ”

"I'm afraid that the treasures of the past generations of the branch tribes are hidden there. Wang Ziqiao smiled meaningfully, "How can you swallow such coarse grains as Wotou?

Zhi Hunt was really stunned, remembering the scene when the two first met, and couldn't help laughing.

Wang Ziqiao walked to the entrance of the volute and sat down cross-legged, with an extra green bamboo fishing rod in his hand. With a light flick, the line landed in a small puddle in the grass, making a ripple.

Zhi Zhenzhen sat down beside him and said strangely, "Sir, is this fishing?"

Prince Qiao nodded happily: "To make fish tart, sea bass is the first choice." The meat of sea bass is delicate, snow-white and fatty. In the past, the Yongning Marquis of the Great Jin Dynasty set up a banquet, and there was a 'golden jade tart' on the banquet, with sea bass slices and golden orange filaments, the color and fragrance were complete, and it was really evocative. Among the sea bass, the color skirt perch of the Dachu Miluo River, the finned perch of the Dayan Hei Mo River, the blood-eyed perch of the Dakun March Lake, and the six-gill perch of the Luhua River of the Dajin Dynasty are the best, among which the six-gills perch is the most delicious. Once you've tasted it, you'll never be able to give up the taste of it. ”

Zhi Hunt was really surprised: "How far away is the Luhua River? Mr. wants to fish for six-cheek perch, isn't he joking?"

Wang Ziqiao smiled but didn't answer, and before long, the fishing line trembled suddenly, and Wang Ziqiao shouted: "It's hooked!"

"Whoa!" The water splashed, and a fat silver perch jumped out of the puddle, more than three feet long, bouncing and struggling, and the gills of the six-petaled fish were as white as jade. Prince Jo pulled up his fishing rod and caught the perch, and Shikami caught a glimpse of a few snow-white reeds on the fishing line.

Scrape off the scales, cut open the intestines, clean the body of the fish, and remove the slices into ...... Prince Qiao's slender white fingers seem to be cut and crossed, like a knife cutting and scratching, when it is skillful, it is like a butterfly playing, and when it is concise, it is like a bald pen and crochet paper, and it actually interprets the killing into a kind of grace that transcends life and death. Zhi Hunt really looked at it for a moment, and suddenly his comprehension of swordsmanship deepened.

The cold light flashed, and Zhi Hunt Zhen swung the dagger lightly, and the fish scales and internal organs on the ground were driven by the dagger, and they all turned into a pile. The dagger was flicked, and the scales landed outside the volute.

This hand was skillful and neat, Wang Ziqiao couldn't help but praise it, and asked casually: "How long have you been learning swords in private?"

"More than two years. ”

"Two years?" Prince Qiao's eyes were different, only looking at the young man's skillful and smooth posture, and he didn't want to achieve it after more than ten years of penance. What's even more rare is that the dagger swing action does not have a trace of craftsmanship from beginning to end, revealing the style of a grandmaster.

Zhi Jia Zhen misunderstood what Wang Ziqiao meant, and said with a wry smile: "There is no one to guide me, and the entry is slower." The Wu Clan is not a feather person after all, and they do not have their innate kendo talent. ”

"Those feather people are just good at swordsmanship, and they are still far from the 'Dao'. Wang Ziqiao said lightly, and he was suspicious in his heart, is Zhi Hunt really playing tricks, or is he a natural swordsmanship wizard? He used to hunt and eat all over the heavens and the earth and the universe, and the talents he had seen were like carps crossing the river, but none of them had such amazing swordsmanship talent as Zhi Hunt Zhen.

"Dare to ask sir, what is the difference between swordsmanship and kendo?" Zhijia really asked, puzzled.

"It's like the difference between a bud and a six-cheek perch. Wang Ziqiao smiled slightly, and twisted a piece of fish fillet as clear as crystal and thin as fine snow with his fingers, "Zhi Gongzi, please." ”

The fillet is delicate and smooth, melts in the mouth, and a wisp of fresh and sweet taste lingers on the tongue and teeth of Zhijiao, which lasts for a long time. Suddenly, a stream of essence rose from the internal organs of Zhi Hunting, warm and moist, full of vitality, and slowly penetrated into the muscles, bones, flesh and blood of the whole body.

Zhi Hunting's spirit suddenly perked up, and his pale face was a little more bloody. "Sir, this six-cheek bass ......"

"In addition to its delicious taste, the six-gills perch can also nourish qi and blood. Although it cannot cure the depletion of your qi and blood, it has the effect of delaying it. Wang Ziqiao smiled, "Childe might as well use more." ”

The two of them chatted casually while watching the wild rain scene outside the volute. It was getting late, the clouds were sinking in all directions, and the rain was splashing on the grass and trees, and was swept up by the bleak wind, drifting into clouds of misty white smoke, like the faint cry of a beast in the depths of the shadows of the trees.

"Crisp snow flying wisps heaps, silver perch fishing Jiang Hui. Wang Ziqiao pinched up a piece of crystal fish, looked at the forest full of smoke and rain in the distance, and groaned.

"The night is drunk with mountain rain, and the taste of the two is back. "Zhi Hunting is really fine, and the interface responds.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Prince Qiao said: "Gongzi Zhi, with your talent in poetry and songs, coupled with this handsome appearance, it is enough to mix well in Dajin." ”

Zhi Hunt really knew that the drama meat was coming, and the new deal that Wang Ziqiao had hinted at earlier was mostly related to Da Jin. At that moment, he said: "Please also ask Mr. for advice." ”

Wang Ziqiao pointed to the fish: "Zhi Gongzi, do you know how much this six-gills perch is worth?" Without waiting for Zhi Hunt Zhen to answer, he raised a finger, "The three-foot-long six-gills perch has a market price of 1,000 gold, and this is still the last qi and blood tonic." If it is better, such as blue and white milk, passion stamen, grass donkey gum...... At least tens of thousands of gold. Even if you exhaust the tribal wealth left by Zhiye, how many times can you eat it? As for the rarer treasures such as Yingzhao liver, white tiger marrow, Xiangruilu, candle flower tears, etc., they can easily cost 100,000 or 1 million gold, and they are not available in the market, and they cannot be obtained by non-princely families and Dao Demon orthodoxy. ”

He looked at Zhi Zhenzhen meaningfully: "If you want to cure the disease of qi and blood failure, you must have thousands of family fortunes, and you must also have a prominent background. ”

Zhi Hunt Zhen smiled bitterly: "According to what Mr. said, I don't want to live this year." ”

"Not necessarily. Prince Qiao smiled, "If you become the son of the Marquis of Yongning of the Great Jin Dynasty, you will naturally have wealth and power, and it will not be difficult to replenish your qi and blood." It depends on whether you are willing to live in a different identity?"

The prince of the Marquis of Yongning of the Great Jin Dynasty, Zhi Zhenzhen pondered for a moment, and said resolutely: "I didn't have any plans, I just wanted to stay away from the wilderness and avoid the limelight for the time being. Since my husband has arranged a clear path for me, it is very good. His voice was earnest, his expression was sincere, but a chill passed through his heart, as if he was being stared at by a cunning poisonous snake.

There is no doubt that these were all premeditated by Prince Joe. The other party's purpose is to make him willing to become the prince of Yongning.

Wang Ziqiao first made threatening words, pointing out that he could only survive for a year, and then he understood the reason, and used Zhiye and Ba Wolf to arouse his desire to survive, and finally lured himself to ask for help and fell into the situation set by the other party.

Zhijia really sandwiched a piece of fish and let it melt on the tip of the tongue, and the sweet and smooth flavor spread little by little.

Prince Joe is not so much a perch fisherman as a fisherman. Every word and every action of this world's first party scholar is directed at the hearts of the people and drives the heart, even if he knows that he has to drink to quench his thirst. However, this person's demeanor is clear and elegant, and people can't help but be convinced, no wonder he can play with masters such as Bian Wuya and Xuan Ming.

"Okay! Zhi Gongzi should be decided, he is really a young hero!" Wang Ziqiao clapped his hands and praised, "As the saying goes, 'The small is hidden in the wilderness, the middle is hidden in the city, and the big is hidden in the court.'" 'Once the prince of Zhi becomes the son of the Marquis of Yongning, how can he worry about the recourse of the Yu clan? With this noble status, the top Daomen and martial arts institutes of the Great Jin Dynasty can also worship the mountain and practice, which can be described as a hundred benefits and no harm. ”

Zhi Hunt Zhen said: "Mr. wants to turn me into the little marquis of Dajin, isn't it so easy?"

"It's not easy, but it's not too hard. Wang Ziqiao smiled, "Zhi Gongzi doesn't have to worry about this, he will pave a straight road for you to go straight to Qingyun." ”

Zhi Zhenzhen asked again: "I don't know what Mr. needs me to do for you as a little marquis?"

"This matter will be discussed later. It's not early, Zhi Gongzi has a good rest, and we have to hurry tomorrow morning. Prince Qiao smiled but did not answer, and got up and walked into the depths of the volute, and his figure seemed to grow smaller and smaller until it disappeared and was difficult to discern.

Zhi Huntzhen's eyes flashed, and when he first met the cottage, Wang Ziqiao had these thoughts. This man is wise and extremely ruthless, as can be seen from the fact that he secretly took the silver hair of Fengyu. At the moment, it is best for you to be false and wrong, see the tricks, and see who is the bass and who is the angler in the end.

He pinched the last piece of crystal clear fish and put it in front of his eyes, staring at it for a long time. The words of a sage of the Wu clan suddenly came to mind: "When you fight a tiger, you will eventually become a tiger." When you gaze into the abyss, so does the abyss. ”

It rained all night, and when Shikari woke up, the rain had not stopped. The volute was filled with a wet chill, and the sound of raindrops was still as dense and powerful as sharp arrows.

"It's not a good place to stay for long, so let's leave as soon as possible. At some point, Prince Joe stood outside the volute. Behind him was a dark green giant thysupial leopard, and a pair of turquoise leopard eyes looked at it faintly, revealing a trace of sluggishness in its ferocity.

The thylac has a shiny coat and a wrinkled pouch of childcare hanging from its chest. Zhikari really climbed in, it was thick and soft, and it felt quite comfortable. Wang Ziqiao sat down beside him, and with a gentle urge, the thysuped leopard hunched his back and flew out like an arrow.