If hunting is to improve one's hits, posture, and evasion, then cutting trees is to improve critical hits, breaks, and attacks.

And what is fishing for?

With questions, Lin Fan came to the Ge family in the west of the village, and now the entire fish pond around Niujia Village is taken care of by the Ge family.

Looking at the pass token given by Wang Qiaofu in his hand, the head of the Ge family respectfully welcomed Lin Fan to a special pond.

This pond is a little different, there are many huge pebbles upstream of the stream, and the stream flows down from the pebbles, splashing silver beads on the stone slabs below, and in the blink of an eye, falling down three steps, jumping into the pond.

At the bottom of the three steps above the pond, a section of broken dead wood stretches horizontally, and many swimming fish swirl around it under the rippling water.

To the right of the pond, there is a group of aquatic weeds with different fish species in it.

"This pond was laid out by immortals and has been around for almost a thousand years. We just didn't move every time the water was shallow except for the silt.

And this third mission is to catch a goldfish, a fish that only exists in legends. If you want to catch this fish, you must have strong luck, otherwise you will not be able to predict this fish even if the water in the pond is drained.

According to ancestral texts, this fish is extremely difficult to catch, and it is necessary to use snake gall to catch it. Moreover, this kind of fish is extremely powerful, and forcibly pulling the rod will only break the rod into two.

The immortal instructed that only the golden fish caught with an ordinary bamboo fishing rod can be counted as the number of tasks, otherwise the competition will suffer a big loss!"

Lin Fan nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "How many fish do you have to catch?"

"There is no definite number, as little as one or two, as much as five or six, depending on the number of individual lives! However, it is said that the more goldfish, the more benefits you will get in the competition. ”

After receiving the bamboo pole and bait jar handed over by the head of the Ge family, Lin Fan put on his coat, sat cross-legged on the wooden bridge, put on the bait, threw the line, and turned into a mud tire.

Maybe no one came here to fish for many years, and the fishing rod immediately sank, and Lin Fan reflexively dragged it behind him, feeling "Zheng", as if something was broken.

Feeling the weak fishing rod, Lin Fan smiled, and once again hung down the fishing rod.

He seems to have a lot to learn.

Just when Lin Fan was thinking about the truth of this, an old man and a young man walked in the distance.

The old man has a childish face, two longevity eyebrows are already above the knees, a white robe, and a ghost-headed staff.

The child seems to be younger than Lin Fan, and does not have the braids of his peers, and his hair is draped over the robe, but he does not feel heavy and messy.

The child helped the old man and walked over step by step, as if he didn't care about Lin Fan, set up a cowhide stool, helped the old man sit down, packed up everything, and the old and the young also started fishing quietly.

Maybe Lin Fan failed several times, and the fish scattered here.

On the other hand, there are old and young people next to them, and there are almost fish on the bait.

It is false to say that he is not envious, but looking at the proficiency of the other party, he can never compare with himself, Lin Fan calmed down his somewhat impetuous heart and concentrated his consciousness on the fishing line.

The old man and the young man over there seemed to have a feeling, looked sideways, and were busy cleaning up the fish on the pole.

Soon the bucket was filled with fish, and the old man let the child pour into the pond and slowly leave the place.

Soon, another couple arrived, looking at the fish in the pond and whispering something.

Lin Fan fluttered his ears twice and forcibly drove away those greasy love words, but the action was too big, and the fish that had finally been hooked still ran away.

From early morning to evening, Lin Fan returned to the Vinegar God Residence empty-handed, with the smell of the river, as if he was frightened by the events of the previous three days, and he was not caught by Ling'er today.

But think about it, I have killed a lot of people in the past few days, and I have also gained a lot of benefits, so I shouldn't be so greedy.

Practice still has to take one step at a time, and Lin Fan still remembers the story of pulling seedlings to help him.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan was shocked, as if something in his body had cracked, and his brain seemed to have grasped something.

He understood. ”

Mr. Vinegar, who was sitting in the practice room, glanced at Lin Fan's direction and said.

Opposite him, there sat an old man and a young man, who were clearly the two people Lin Fan met in the pond during the day.

"Are you going to leave this life?"

The old man with a childish face didn't seem to be ordinary, took a sip of the tea in his hand, closed his eyes, and said with a deep breath.

"After preparing for so long, it's time to take this step. ”

Mr. Vinegar didn't hide it, and looked up, as if through the roof, somewhere in the sky.

"It's not easy for the thief. ”

The old man also raised his eyelids slightly, shook his head and said, "Isn't it good to stay here, this world is free to fly." ”

"It's just a gladiatorial arena. No matter what kind of forces are going to enter the people, if they don't leave as soon as possible, they will one day miss and die in the hands of others. ”

"What a gladiatorial arena. The old man exclaimed, "But whose path are you going to choose?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, but one day I'll try to stop being a dog for others." ””

"Hahaha, young is good, old, old!"

The old man sighed for a while, and then took out a token: "This is the token you are waiting for, the Holy Gate is about to begin!"

Mr. Vinegar made a move, took the token and played with it for a while, and then returned it to the old man.

"There's no need anymore, it's just a poor man. Back then, Xiao Xiami and Dongfang Weiming could be separated, I can still do it!"

Looking at Mr. Vinegar's clothes, the old man sighed.

At this stage, many things can no longer be solved by force and pressure.