Lao Daoer said that he wanted to eat, that is, he really wanted to eat.

The clear water in the mountains is rolling, and the sound of the streams is crisp.

Xu Beitian jumped down from the stone, and shouted that his stomach was about to starve to death, his voice was loud, and the surrounding spirits were scattered and fled, Xu Minjian glared at Lao Dao'er, and his stomach was also very angry.

So the old and the young looked at Fang Yan together.

Fang Yan couldn't cry or laugh a little, so he had to stand up with one hand on the rock, looking back and forth, looking around, the mountain was empty, there was no sound, and there was no trace of birds and beasts.

Fang Yan thought about it, paced close to the stream, stood in the rolling water, bent down and stared at the water for a while, and after a while, stretched out his movable right hand from his sleeve and probed into the water, and the whole person remained as motionless as a sculpture.

The next moment, his body shook slightly, his right hand suddenly exerted force, and with a lightning slap, a crucian carp jumped out of the water and was slapped in his hand by the young man.

The little girl in the robe jumped up and clapped her hands vigorously, and the old Dao'er's eyes widened, "I can't see it, you kid has a hand." ”

Fang Yan smiled, then bent down and reached into the water. This trick was taught to him by Feng Mianmiao when he was a child. Fang Yan has been weak since he was a child, and his grandfather forbade him to go out, so Feng Mianmiao quietly climbed the wall to enter the Fang family, carried Fang Yan on his back, and then sneaked out of the house, full of frolicism in the city.

Feng Mianmiao said to the young man that he paid attention to a fast and accurate approach to shooting fish, and hit it with one blow without the fish noticing, Fang Yan at that time couldn't figure out the trick at all, and every time he got wet, the fish couldn't take the bait. At this time, Feng Mianmiao will proudly show himself the bamboo pole in his hand, and the crucian carp of different sizes are strung together, one after another, one after another.

At that time, the waterside was green, and the two little boys were beaming with joy.

Fang Yan collected his thoughts, slapped his palm again, and another crucian carp jumped out of the water. In this way, more than a dozen fish spread out on the reef, beating weakly.

The young man touched the sweat on his forehead, and smiled, Mianmiao, do you know, now I can shoot so many fish!

Lao Dao'er squatted next to the fish pile, sighed in amazement, gave a thumbs up to the young man, and the right hand behind his back was imperceptibly swept towards the fish, and a black smoke was quietly erased by Lao Dao'er.

The young man rested for a while, rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, patted the storage bag on his waist, and shook off the large and small bottles and cans, Xu Beitian picked one up casually, and saw that there were names on it, which were actually all kinds of chili peppers, chrysanthemums, miscellaneous grains and vegetables, "Boy, what are you doing with so many of these things?!" Xu Beitian was dumbfounded.

Fang Yan picked up the salt shaker and said, "I bought it in the town just now, I think this trip should be quite far, so I still have to prepare some." ”

The boy scooped a spoonful of water first, poured it into the porcelain bowl next to him, reached out and touched the two flints, the flames rose between the rubbing, and after a while, the water surface was hot and undulating, the boy put down the porcelain bowl, and then a small hand stretched out, and the boy looked up, and the little girl in the robe handed over a peeled crucian carp.

Fang Yan smiled at Xu Minjian, his hands and feet were inconvenient, it would be much better if he had such a small assistant, one big and one small were full of tacit understanding, and all the Dao methods used to kill the enemy were squandered on these crucian carp, and after a while, the crucian carp that had just been beating turned into steaming fish soup.

The boy picked up some trivial mixed flavors and sprinkled them on the fish soup, and suddenly the umami came to his nose, and he was done.

Xu Beitian rubbed his hands, swallowed his saliva vigorously, took the porcelain bowl from the young man's hand, and was not afraid of the soup, took a sip of it, was stunned, and then his eyes lit up.

"Good, good, good!" Xu Beitian was full of praise, and he ate very gracelessly.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, these skills were still taught to him by Sultan Yun when he was in the Flower Bone Sect, and warned himself to learn a little more cooking, so that he would not run out of food in the future.

The young man also laughed at the time and said Senior sister, you are also afraid of starvation like you, Sultan Yun poked Fang Yan's head, if you don't learn, you will go down the mountain in the future, and I will ensure that there will be a time when you are hungry and cry.

Fang Yan liked his senior sister very much, so he listened carefully and studied seriously.

Lao Dao'er sighed while eating, "When I was in the mountains, I was used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, great supplements, and occasionally tasted the game under the mountain, which was really a unique taste!"

The young man also served a bowl to Xu Minjian, did it himself, set up a wooden rack, and grilled a few fish.

Lao Dao'er took out some dry food from the storage bag, and the three of them were already hungry, so they tasted the grilled fish with fish soup and feasted on it.

"Delicious, delicious, fresh crucian carp and silk, parsley and green stream soup, the ancients did not deceive me. Xu Beitian patted his stomach, satisfied.

The little girl in the robe drank the fish soup in small gulps, and she was also very hungry after walking for so long. She held the bamboo pole for grilling fish, jumped to the water, her body rotated, her wrist trembled, the bamboo pole was like a swimming dragon shuttling, and sometimes light as a swallow, a small bamboo pole, like a three-foot green peak.

Under the moonlight, the girl is like a born sword fairy.

The young man looked at the fish soup in a daze, his eyes were bright, and his heart yearned for it.

Lao Dao'er lay on the reef, humming disdainfully, "What kind of strength is hinted at, and I don't know who taught swordsmanship." ”

Xu Beitian thought for a while and asked Xiang Shao, "Boy, can you use a sword?"

Fang Yan turned his head and looked at Lao Dao'er, who also turned his head to look at him.

The young man scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "I've used two flying swords before, and I think it's similar to my flint." I haven't learned swordsmanship either, and I don't have any other swords. ”

Lao Dao'er sneered and asked casually, "Then do you want to learn swords?"

At this moment, a fresh breeze blew on the flat ground.

Fang Yan thought seriously for a moment, and replied with a smile: "No, I think it's good to fight with people with my fists." ”

The young man replied firmly, his eyes were bright, he was in the realm of blood barbarian illusion, facing the disciples of the Golden Sword Sect, he had said that his fist was the most effective, and now he said the same thing, but the scene of the prisoner being a barbarian hand flashed in his mind, and the power of the prisoner's finger, which was really respectable and terrifying.

Now he feels that his qi and blood have been cultivated to the extreme, and he is no worse than those sword immortals!

Xu Beitian was happy, no longer paying attention to the young man with burning eyes, and said to himself: "It's strange, there are still qi practitioners in the world who don't want to become sword immortals?"

The young man didn't know, but the old Taoist asked casually, but the meaning was far-reaching.

Fang Yan looked at the figure of the little girl in the Taoist robe, and his heart was a little excited, so he jumped off the reef and jumped into the water, sparkling, he closed his eyes, recalled the palm that Uncle Li let him write down, spread his right hand, and slowly pressed down.

There was no reason for silence in the sky, no wind and no clouds.

Before the young man's palm could be handed out, he was held down. Fang Yan opened his eyes and saw Lao Dao'er standing beside him, reaching out to hold himself.

"The finger skills practiced by the martial arts, the strength of the fists, the palm technique, pay attention to the gradual progress, and the last is the palm technique, you kid didn't even practice the finger skills, and you still want to make a palm? Lao Dao'er snorted, and his body suddenly rushed forward, jumping into the middle of the stream.

"Learning to palm is not necessarily only practicing palm, learning sword does not have to have a sword, the old man will let you see it today, what is called a palm to break mountains and rivers!"

The old Taoist Xu Beitian was carrying a peachwood talisman sword, his sleeves were agitated, and his whole person's momentum changed suddenly, his wrist twisted, and he waved a palm towards the water.

The water was calm, and after a few moments, the ground shook with an astonishing sound.

The entire surface of the water was cut into two sections, and the underwater reef was cut open by a palm of a very deep ravine, and the bottom of the water was craggy and strange rocks protruding, and fish and shrimp jumped indiscriminately.

After half a column of incense, the water surface regathered, but the gully was still the same, the water level was poured back, and the scene was terrifying.

Lao Dao'er closed his palm, his body fell back, he raised his hand and patted the young man's shoulder, glanced at the young man, saw Fang Yan staring at it, was stunned for a moment, and asked, "You kid, can it be that you see the true meaning of the old man's palm?"

The boy shook his head desperately and muttered, "I didn't understand a single point." ”

Lao Dao'er was like being stuck in his throat by a fish bone, his face was flushed, and he said angrily: "It's so stupid!"

The teenager doesn't talk nonsense, and he has a dull aftertaste.

Although this palm was not as shocking as that hand, it made Fang Yan feel more profound.

After all, the palm that imprisoned Qingshan, with Li Xingzhen's help, made Fang Yan see the true meaning clearly, and Lao Dao'er's palm, the young man was alone, and he could only grab a little bit of fur, and he still felt that he was still unfinished.

When Xu Beitian waved his palm, the whole person's temperament and the rune sword behind him were integrated, and it seemed that only a horizontal groove was opened in one palm, but it was like a shocking sword, and the sword intent contained in it, Fang Yan's cultivation and eyesight in the realm, could not be understood.

Fang Yan secretly compared his previous brute finger prisoner elephant, and was shocked to find that the two did not seem to be on the same level at all.

Fang Yan felt that Xu Beitian at that moment could be regarded as a born sword immortal, or a peerless divine sword.

The young man came back to his senses, saw the old Dao'er Fu sword stuck on the ground, raised his head and held a gourd, drank it heavily, wiped the corners of his mouth again, and the light and shadow flashed and threw it at himself.

"Taste?" said the old man, yawning, hiding his trembling palms.

Fang Yan took the gourd, hesitated for a moment, then lifted the lid, took a big sip, and frowned.

"What's going on?" asked the old man with a hint of curiosity.

Fang Yan's face was strange, as if he was saying to himself, "It turns out that the so-called wine and water are the same taste, so why do those people love to drink?"

Lao Dao'er's body was stunned, and then he trembled all over, and laughed, "Stinky boy, this is water, you haven't grown your hair yet, so you want to drink?"

The little girl in the robe stopped, put her hands behind her back, and stood there with a smile, the bright moonlight falling into the sky.

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