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Zhang Quyi turned over and got off the kang, and his divine sense swept the entire farmhouse courtyard, and found that Gu Dachuan's family was asleep, and the majestic old man's room was still lit. Zhang Quyi hesitated for a moment, and finally didn't sweep his divine sense into the room, the old man obviously had a great background, the two entourages around him were masters, and their six senses were very sensitive, although they were not yet able to discover their divine senses, but it was better not to cause trouble.

Zhang Quyi took out the Fu He who had re-injected his spiritual power, pinched the magic trick with his hand, and shouted: "Get up!"

Fu He instantly lit up and flew up, but as soon as he flew out of the window, he spun around, and immediately flew back.

Zhang Quyi's heart sank suddenly, Fu He turned back in vain, obviously losing the breath of the tracking object, then there are only two reasons, the first is that the subject has concealed the breath with a secret method, and the second is that the subject has died.

That guy was injured by the brakes, and he was able to escape all the way for thousands of miles, obviously not so easy to die, of course, it is not ruled out that the injury is really aggravated.

Zhang Quyi took out three copper coins and made a hexagram, but he found nothing, and couldn't help frowning, which is a bit abnormal.

At this time, there was a slight noise in the courtyard, Zhang Qu suddenly released his consciousness and swept out, and saw that Uncle Hua quietly left the courtyard with the medicine box on his back, his feet were as light as a civet cat, and he didn't make the slightest sound, obviously his light body kung fu was quite good.

Uncle Hua walked to the gate of the courtyard, suddenly stood still subconsciously, looked around suspiciously, Zhang Quyi hurriedly withdrew his consciousness, and at the same time his heart was awe-inspiring, this guy is so sensitive to his six senses.

Uncle Hua stood for a moment and didn't notice anything wrong, so he turned around and walked out of the small courtyard, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Quyi had a trace of curiosity in his heart, what is this guy doing when he goes out in the middle of the night? But he is not a nosy person, put away Fu He and go to sleep on the kang, and find a way to find the cloaked man in the Yin Soul Hall tomorrow, whether he hangs up or hides his breath, in short, it will not be too far from here.

The next day, when it was just getting dark, I heard the sound of horses in the courtyard, apparently the old hood had gone out to work in the wagon. The life of the peasants is like this, the sun rises and the sun sets, the dew is covered with frost, and the stars and the moon are worn.

Zhang Quyi slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up, and he traveled thousands of miles for more than ten days, which was the most comfortable night he slept on.

After washing, Gu Hanchao's mother-in-law, Shen Shi, brought up a sumptuous breakfast and said enthusiastically: "Xiaoyi, where are you going to play today? Why don't you finish breakfast and let Gu Hanchao be your tour guide. ”

The little uncle Gu Hanchao is idle all day long, and he refuses to work in the field, Shen is very dissatisfied with this, as long as there are tourists staying in the house, she will spare no effort to give the little uncle an errand, how much can he earn.

Zhang went and said with a smile: "No need, I'll take a stroll around the neighborhood today and enjoy the idyllic scenery of Shaanxi Province." ”

Shen Shi showed a look of disappointment on his face and reminded: "Then be careful yourself, this place is close to the Qinling Mountains, although there are no tigers and lions in the mountains, but there are still wild boars and wolves, don't go too deep." ”

Zhang Qu said yes again and again, and after breakfast, he left the yard and wandered around.

Gujiazhai is a typical small mountain village, built by the mountain, about forty or fifty households, the architectural style is similar to the rural area of Qingshi, but there are also a few caves with the characteristics of northern Shaanxi.

Zhang went to walk around the whole village for half an hour, and did not find anything abnormal, and tried to put the Fu Crane a few times, but still failed to find the breath of the man in the cloak, so he walked to the mountain, and suddenly heard the faint sound of running water in front of him, and subconsciously followed the sound to find the past.

I saw a clear mountain stream flowing into a deep pool nearby, and an old man was fishing on a pony by the pool, and it was the majestic old man. Uncle Zhong stood behind the old man with his hands down, straight as a javelin, as soon as Zhang Quyi approached, he turned his head vigilantly, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and the qi and blood all over his body obviously sped up.

The majestic old man frowned and said, "Zhong Cannon, you scared Lao Tzu's fish away, it's just a child, why are you so nervous!"

Uncle Zhong touched his bald head in a daze, and the surging qi and blood immediately calmed down.

Zhang Quyi was about to leave, but the majestic old man beckoned: "Young man, are you interested in fishing?"

Zhang Quyi hesitated for a moment, and finally walked over, the old man didn't talk nonsense, he threw a fishing rod directly, and said lightly: "Get it yourself!"

Zhang Quyi used to go fishing with the fat man to the river, quickly put on the bait, found a rock to sit down, and then threw the hook into the pool.

"Have you fished?" the old man couldn't help but nod secretly, looking at the skillful movements, he knew that this kid was not a rookie.

Zhang Qu smiled and said, "I've been fished!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and Zhang Quyi explained: "When I was a child, I was dragged into the water by a big fish. ”

Uncle Zhong couldn't help but roll his eyes, and the old man scolded with a smile: "Your kid has a very oily mouth!"

"What do you call the old man?" asked Zhang Qu with a dozen snakes on the stick.

"The surname is Jiang!" The old man closed his mouth and stopped talking after saying two words, his eyes turned to the buoy in the pool, obviously not planning to bother with Zhang Quyi anymore, a simple movement and eyes, as if people could feel a decisive will.

Zhang Quyi closed his mouth very interestingly, and looked at the buoy in the pool, although the diameter of this pool is less than ten meters, the pool water is turquoise and black, and it is obviously extremely deep. Despite the scorching heat, sitting on the edge of the pond feels cool and swishing, no wonder it is called a cold pool.

Zhang Quyi released his divine sense and swept into the pool, and instantly felt a chill transmitted by his divine sense, the water in this pool was getting colder and colder the further down, and several silverfish with long fins were swimming there.

Zhang Quyi was about to withdraw his divine sense, when suddenly the water surged, and a behemoth suddenly rushed up from under the water, and his head hurt suddenly. Zhang Quyi was startled and hurriedly withdrew his divine sense, and at the same time, the fishing rod in the old man's hand suddenly tightened, and the fish mark sank suddenly.

The old man was caught off guard, and the rod almost fell out of his hand and into the pool, but he reacted quickly, quickly jumped up and stood in a lunge, and at the same time exclaimed in surprise: "A big fish has been hooked!"

It's a pity that he was so happy and sad that a huge force came from the fishing line, dragging him with a rod and falling into the pool. Uncle Zhong's face next to him changed greatly, and he pounced as fast as lightning, and pulled the old man back with his probing hand, while the other hand held the fishing rod steadily.

The old man was almost fished, but his face did not change, and he said calmly: "Hold on to the fishing rod, Zhong cannon, if the big fish runs away, Lao Tzu's military law ...... Kick you down!"

Uncle Zhong held the fishing rod, his horse sank, and he was about to exert his strength, but with a snap, the fishing rod was overwhelmed and broken.

With a bang, the fishing line quickly sank to the bottom of the pond with half a rod in tow.

Uncle Zhong took half of the fishing rod and said sarcastically: "First ...... Old man, it's none of my business, it's the quality of your fishing rod!"

"Zhong Cannon, who let you kid use brute force, you don't know how to fucking fish!" the old man scolded, and actually flew up and kicked Uncle Zhong into the pool.