"Hehe, don't regret it, I said that there is an emperor flowing pulp, not the same as the normal record, but in the vast night sky, there is only a trace. If it is the emperor of the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the Gengshen year, it would be good to absorb it directly, what else do you feel. General Yin comforted Xiao Wang.

"Okay. The aurora is almost gone, let's go back and rest, and we will watch the winter fishing tomorrow morning. "Xiao Wang is not a tangled person, a young man, and a bright moon. Although he was a little reluctant, he still happily went back to rest with General Yin.

Lao Wang, who was sleeping on the seat in the waiting room, opened his eyes, thought for a while, didn't look up, muttered a few words silently, and fell asleep peacefully. In the chaotic waiting room of the railway station, no one will notice what he said - how can there be a smell of emperor slurry, this is not the year, the time is not right, could it be that some important person has appeared.

At this time, there was already a long queue in front of the ticket office of Siping Railway Station, holding the money, anxiously waiting to buy tickets; countless scalpers who were not very similar in disguise were sandwiched between the queues, asking passengers with a hippie smile if they wanted to buy tickets; the staff kept walking over to coordinate with everyone, and some security guards also ran over to deal with the scene; the people on the seats looked at the ticket gate, hoping that their families would appear as soon as possible; those who got the tickets almost jumped up without excitement, hugged their families, and walked to the platform; those who made instant noodles, poured tea, and drank medicine......

Countless people from north to south kept shuttling between the halls. The entire train station is constantly crowded, as if there is a pot of dumplings, but unfortunately there are too many dumplings.

At this time, a hand patted Lao Wang.

Xiong Shanjun also felt this strange phenomenon, but he was much calmer, the general who guarded the Chinese army, even if he had any ideas, he could only be ideas.

But he was not idle, he called a capable subordinate: "Li Lao Wu, you go to Zhang Guangcai Ridge and ask Shen Lao what happened to the sky vision before." ”

The slender young man with a sturdy and flexible body answered, turned and went out, leaving only a gray figure in the void.

Under the Zixia Peak of Tianchi in Changbai Mountain, there is the fishing platform.

Legend has it that before Yijiazi, several hunters went to the Tianchi to hunt and saw an old man sitting on the platform with a fishing rod in his hand. Everyone greeted the old man, but the old man ignored him. The crowd shouted hello, but the old man didn't seem to hear it. "Strange! Is he human?" A hunter asked. "Let's take a look!" Another hunter said. Curious, the hunter walked towards Lao Suo. When he came to him, he saw that the old man had silver hair, a long white beard, and bare feet, and was wearing a coat made of birch bark. Look at his hook, it was as big as a bow, and there wasn't even half a fish in the basket beside him. The hunters greeted each other again, but the old man still ignored him, and the hunters felt even more strange. After a while, the old man picked up his fishing rod and basket and walked along the Tianchi in the direction of Xianren Island. The hunters exchanged glances and decided to stay and see. They sat and waited on the fishing platform until the sun went down and the old man did not return, so the hunters had to leave the mysterious fishing platform with doubts.

Since then, the fishing platform is even more mythical, and at this time, the old man is sitting here.

At this time, he didn't fish, but was using a kind of divination that not many people in the world would use—the Spirit Tortoise Technique.

The old man has a fairy wind and bones, and the crane has a childish face. Although it is white hair and white beard, those whites are a kind of transparent spiritual white, and they are definitely not the appearance of old dragons and clocks. A pair of hands that are not as white as humans, warm as jade, are holding a turtle shell, roasting in a three-colored flame in the void.

The tortoiseshell cracked and echoed in the huge valley, and the sound was so loud and unsettling that it was unsettling.

The old man put away the flames, thought quietly for a while, and said to himself: "Riding a horse is like a horse, crying blood is like a ripple." Alas, what should come will always come. ”

A long sigh echoed through the hollows.

When the two of them came to the fishing place on the river early, many red tape had already ended, what the leader's speech was, what introduction, all had been completed, and hundreds of fishermen were already preparing to open the net.

Under the thick ice surface of the river, there have been countless well-behaved ice caves. Directly east, two solemn lamas stand upright, and several people dressed in shamanic attire, one of whom seems to be praying, while four men and four women dance and sing. As part of prayer, there has been a resurgence of such activities in recent years. Northeast people believe in all kinds of spiritual objects, and the aforementioned Hu and Huang Erxian are representatives. Therefore, big events such as fishing, burning incense, worshipping, praying, and singing the tunes of the gods are all ways that have been passed down from generation to generation. After about fifty or sixty years of disappearing, these things reappeared, and I don't know if they were the same as before.

General Yin took Xiao Wang to a closer place to watch, and found that their clothes were all new, I am afraid that the actors were invited somewhere, or how could they sing so well.

After the chief priest completed a series of rituals, he gestured to a middle-aged man in Tang costume. The middle-aged man didn't speak, his face was expressionless, like indifference and more like indifference, and nodded at the person next to him.

The person next to him was the third brother he saw last night, Zhao Sanguang, the head of the fish.

Zhao stepped forward and shouted at the team, "Open the net!" The team opened the net according to the steps set in advance.

There was a burst of jubilation on the river, and in the distance were tens of thousands of people who had come from all over the world to watch the spectacle. Holding all kinds of video cameras, cameras, mobile phones, etc., a wild shot. There were also many reporters from TV stations, radio stations and websites who interviewed various guests on the spot. For a time, it was a rare grand occasion.

It should be said that winter fishing is not uncommon in the Northeast. All major reservoirs have winter fishing projects, one is not too large-scale, and the other is not focused on publicity, so it is not well known to outsiders. Today's concept is very different from the past, and taking a picture or video may attract a lot of attention on the Internet. It will not only produce social effects, but also produce more obvious economic benefits.

After about two hours of excitement, it was finally time to close the net.

Dozens of tractors, at the outlet of the net, increased the throttle, with the maximum power, to pull the huge net out of the ice. As the wheels turned, under the command of Zhao Jiangtou, his subordinates slowly dragged the fishing nets out of the ice cave. As the net continues to be closed, the fat fish continue to fly out, and the fresh fish jump on the huge ice, and the scene is truly spectacular.

Everyone couldn't help cheering loudly, and people nearby took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

The net weighed about 100,000 kilograms, and there were all kinds of fish, including several dozen kilograms of large fish. This is a head net fish, and the auction will definitely be more enthusiastic in a while, but I am afraid that the value of this head fish can be worth tens of thousands of catties of fish in this net.

When everyone was looking at the fishing nets in a lively manner, General Yin felt that there was something unusual under the ice, and it seemed that a pair of eyes looked up and disappeared again.

When he raised his head, he found that the man in Tang costume was also looking at him.