A small boat is driving on the river, winding and sad, the reeds and bamboos are flourishing, the flowers in the distance are dense, the plants are spreading, the majestic peaks are stacked with floating clouds, and there is a sleeping old man on the stone extension of the lake below, holding his belly upright, and his mouth is flowing.

An awless boat swam in.

Countless reeds spread along the shore.

On the boat, there was a middle-aged man with a hat, with a thin green bamboo leaf in his mouth, and he blew softly, calling out to the old man sleeping by the river, "Hey, don't you want to cross the lake on the boat? There are green bamboos, green forests, flowers, birds, and old grate stalls, waiting for you to buy them? Besides, the small stalls that do not enter the city are not expensive. If you think it's good, buy a pack and send it to the city to sell, a day's firewood, rice, oil and salt are enough. ”

The sleeping old man turned his head and exhaled, and the goose feathers on the bridge of his nose were blown away, fell into the water, and drifted away with the wind.

"No, no, no. I'm going to get some sleep. ”

The goose feathers floated into a small ditch cast by ridge tiles, and there was a man holding a wine jug who also carried a hat, hanging down gently, scooping his right hand in the water, and the wet goose feathers became a token in his hands, and read with a voice: "Send goose feathers for thousands of miles, wait for me to clear the tank and ferry, and see the love of fish and water on the boat, and the people who are not divided between the left and right can not find the way home." Uh, yes. The sky is empty, there seems to be a swing of oars wandering around, the undulating water lines become clouds, and the clouds in the lake become water, the two are reversed, wonderful!"

The middle-aged man who was holding the boat, burping, seemed to have eaten a few huge fat fish, his heart rose, revealing satisfaction, and the continuous rough folds of flesh were from his forehead to his chin, looking at the seeping people, but he could see the traces of the years he had experienced, and he swayed the boat to the man holding the wine jug, and asked, "Do you want to take the boat?"

The man holding the wine jug lifted the hat, looked at his hat, and said with a smile: "Good luck, then do you want money? ”

The middle-aged man who was holding the boat touched his chin and thought for a while, and replied: "Don't, no, if you want to catch a few fat bass with me, I will send you across the lake for free." ”

Looking at the lake so far away, the man holding the wine jug couldn't help yawning and waved his hand boringly, "It's okay just right, it's time to go fishing with you." Just send me across the lake by tonight. If it does, then I can find an interesting place to have fun. Ha ha. ”

The middle-aged man standing on the boat took out two fishing rods and shouted, "Come on, what are you smirking at?"

The man holding the wine jug staggered and jumped on the boat, the boat wandered, walking back and forth on the shore, the goose feather dried the water stains in his hand, laughed, he tied it to the fishing line, and used it as a fish, and the middle-aged man sat on the side of the boat calmly, holding a gourd in his hand, drank a few sips of water, ah, praised the water is so sweet, and put it down.

The man shook the wine jug, blew on his mouth, his eyes were straight, he didn't say a word, his eyes were half-squinted, looking at the hook that had been hung up on the earthworm and put it into the water, showing a satisfied look, and when the wine was down, his whole body shook, like a drunkard drinking his head, he opened his mouth comfortably, and sighed lightly.

"The best in the world. ”

The old man who slept on the shore couldn't sleep.

Because he also loves to drink, his addiction to alcohol is like a cat's paw in his heart, he sat up and smiled with a smile, "You two are good Yaxing, I don't know how about adding one of me?"

Both asked at the same time, "Are you fishing or thirsty?"

The old man didn't dare to tell lies, and said with his eyes: "The focus is on fishing." ”

"Okay, up

Boat. The middle-aged man replied.

The old man watched him slide the boat back, sat at the stern of the boat and looked at the mountains in the distance, there was a small city gate on the opposite side of the lake, which was desolate, and there was no one in sight, but there was an old man selling a comb grate, saying that he was going to give a clean water hearing threshold to the woman before leaving home, which was referred to as sending you good fortune.

There is only one small boat in a lake, carrying three people to wander near the shore, to be honest, not many people care, the people who walked into the city instantly faded, became a wave shadow and disappeared, take a closer look at how there is the first in the city, the second... Only the old man who sells a comb grate at the door, wearing red-clothed egret texture pants, and a beautiful peony flower shoe with the smell of village soil on his feet, and the small feet of the three-inch golden lotus step on the soft soil, sink down and rise again.

Far away, the people who came were in a hurry, some holding elm poles, some dragging a small wild dog, some selling fish in pots, and even more scholars shaking their heads, but there were no soldiers and officials guarding the city.

They are very polite and polite.

The three fish, the old man drank and drank to the heart's content, turned around and was slapped by the man, sat in the cabin, smiled and spit bubbles, the gourd said that there was water, when the old man drank it in his mouth, it became sweet milk, well, still on the ground, it looked extremely repulsive.

"Did you catch it?" said the old man, wiping his lips.

"No, wait. The man and the big man said.

"Did you catch it?" asked the old man again.

"No, wait. The man replied.

"Did you catch it?" asked the old man with a grin.

"No, no, you asked a few times. The old man said angrily.

After a while, the old man asked again, "Did you catch it?"

The old man held the bamboo pole in his hand, eager to insert it in his nostrils, gritted his teeth and said, "Wait, you can catch it." ”

After a while, he finished the jug, burped, and asked, "Did you catch it?"

The man's face turned dark, he closed his eyes, and the big man scratched his hair with one hand, his eyes were red, "Don't ask, I didn't catch it." ”

"Why didn't you catch it?"

"Do the fish look at you unpleasantly?"

"Did you use a stinky earthworm to hang on a hook?"

"Did you forget to tie the fish float?"

"Didn't you sprinkle food to attract?"

"Are you using a hook that isn't sharp enough?"

"Didn't you feel the fish power carefully?"

...

The big man broke the fishing rod, scratched his hair with both hands, picked up the gourd and drank it, wanting to beat him but couldn't.

The old man finally said, "Are you not suitable for fishing?"

Dahan: "..."

The man raised the fishing rod helplessly, threw it far away, looked at it carefully, the hat on his head was slightly lowered, covering the light behind him, his facial features were shrouded in shadows, and he said lightly: "I'm afraid the fish won't eat today." ”

A figure appeared in the reeds on the shore, looking at the people on the boat, and the next moment appeared beside the three of them, he was also wearing a hat, his eyes were a little indifferent, he sat cross-legged, the old man, the big man, and the man looked at each other silently, and finally let go of the fishing rod and gave it to him.

He said indifferently: "If the fish is not fat enough, it will not open its mouth, if the fish is too fat, it will not open its mouth, and if the fish is very thin, it will open its mouth." When you're fishing, have you ever asked the fish if they want to eat it? Are there any fish here?"

The big man straightened his hat and said silently: "Who dare to ask Daoyou?"

He spoke, "My name is Rain, born from the sky and falling on the earth. I was able to wake up all thanks to the guidance of two Taoist friends, and I was able to connect the positive and negative sides. ”

As he looked into the distance, the surface of the water was like a splash of ink, and the sprayed ink fell on the paper, and his eyes were all black, but in the next moment they became a kind of dust, scattered in front of his eyes, and when he appeared, there was a terrifying deposition, depression, silence, throbbing from the bottom of his heart.

"Rain? The old man laughed.

He took out the hook and straightened it and threw it in the water, "I fished to pursue the cultivation of a senior's mind, and fished with a straight hook in Xia Yaqu, and the fish that fell were full of aura, savage by nature, stewed into a pot of fresh soup, and fed refreshingly, which was very good." ”

But after a tea time, he picked up a perch with white eyes, discarded it in the boat, threw off the hook again, and said, "Fish, fish, this is fish." ”

The old man thought for a long time, couldn't help but kneel on the ground, trembling and said, "Please save my disciple." ”

He smiled and said, "Who is your disciple?"

The old man said word by word: "Tibetan life." ”

He shook his head, "I only know a little friend named Li Shuishan, he is me, and I am also him." ”

The old man was shocked to hear such a nonsense, but when he saw the face of this person turned around, he saw a fantasy inside, his white and tender face had a touch of evil, and countless peach blossoms echoed in his eyes, his heart was shocked, and his fingers trembled, "You are a Tibetan student, you are really a Tibetan student?" But you are not like this. Don't you say you're raining?"

He smiled and said, "Rain, you gave it to me, and I accepted it with ease." Of course, I am also Li Shuishan, and I am the Tibetan student you said. ”

The man held the wine jug, and in a blink of an eye, the wine overflowed, and said with a smile: "I feel a power of time in you, you are by no means a hidden life, you... It's a... However, it seems like you're running out of time. ”

He nodded, "You're right, I can still observe the world for a while, a little chic." But I'm just here to look for the Tibetan being, is he in this city? You have to keep it a secret for me! Let me be alone and refreshed. ”

The three of them hesitated for a moment and nodded.

With a bang, the boat galloped away and went straight to the city gate.

The boat came ashore and landed behind the bamboo forest, and he glanced at the old decay with the grate in his hand, and she trembled and became a woman with a different face, wearing a red dress, with a bewitching figure, and her heart was beating constantly, and as he walked in, the city gate twisted and became a wasteland.

The woman gasped and asked, "This person doesn't seem to be strong, why are his eyes so cold, why are his eyes white, why are they so terrifying?"

The old man called him to his side, looking at the constantly changing figures, everything around him collapsed, revealing the fresh air of the outside world, the young man sitting on a rock, opened his eyes completely black, the festering on his body stopped, but the wounds could not heal, and gradually returned to normal, and a figure appeared beside him.

Li Shuishan didn't pay much attention, this figure would not change with his behavior, even if there was no refraction of the moonlight, it would appear, but it would just blend into the darkness, he looked at the ecstatic old madman, and knelt on the ground and bowed.

The old madman burst into tears, didn't know what to say, and held back a few words, "Okay... Okay, baby apprentice, it's good to wake up, Lao Tzu still has disciples, Lao Tzu wants to take you crazy inside the sword to see the majesty of your master. Hahaha... Hahaha..."