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Chapter 51 Fisherman 1

"Ant?" Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly understood something. He was born just a few months ago. First, he experienced drastic changes in the Four Symbols Sect, and then he was almost poisoned to death by a psychopathic guy in the Wan Du Sect. Later,

When I arrived in Chuyang, if it weren't for the fishing net left by Lao Xu, I would have died between Chuxue's skirts.

It was not easy to meet an old acquaintance from the Four Elephant Sect again, but because of some unfounded assumptions, he was about to be crushed and thrown into ashes.

In just a few short months, Jiang Xiaoyu has been hovering on the edge of death.

Maybe it was more than ten years of being carefree that gave him such a free and easy character, but in this dangerous world, no one will spare your life because of your free and easy or ignorance.

Only with life can you have freedom and freedom.

And if you want to save your life, you have to...

"I..." In Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes, for some reason, he always feels that the current painter is like his elder. His words can always wake him up intentionally or unintentionally.

"Needless to say!" The painter sighed and said: "If you want to live longer, then learn to explore your own spiritual power. After all, the treasure house is already in your hands. If you are too lazy to reach out,

Then you can’t blame others.”

"Senior, please teach me!"

Jiang Xiaoyu showed such a determined look for the first time. This look made the painter slightly moved.

Many years ago, I was even more naughty than Jiang Xiaoyu...

The painter reached out and patted Jiang Xiaoyu's shoulder and said, "Practice hard. With your talent, you will be able to cultivate your soul and enter the stage of becoming a god very soon."

"Then...what happens after that?"

"After?" The painter took a long breath and said, "Then you will naturally step into the Mahayana. After Mahayana and over that threshold, you can use the full capabilities of what the cook left behind!"

"Ah? What's the hurdle?"

"It's a great catastrophe!" the painter shouted, frightening Jiang Xiaoyu to the point of trembling.

"The kind that almost killed me!"

"Uh. Okay! Then I'd better try not to be struck by lightning..." Jiang Xiaoyu blurted out his words, but when he saw the painter's vicious eyes, he hurriedly puffed out his chest and said loudly: "No matter what

He is struck by heaven and struck by thunder, but I am smiling at the sky with my horizontal sword!"

"Okay! This is what it looks like!"

But Jiang Xiaoyu murmured in his heart: There are two more sentences at the end. You will definitely suffer if you laugh out loud, so why not go home and take a nap.

Of course, although Jiang Xiaoyu was teasing him, his idea of ​​practicing cultivation to save his life was extremely firm.

At this time, the painter suddenly pulled Jiang Xiaoyu's hand over, drew a black line on his palm with a pen, and then said: "Now, you first need to practice continuously. Once you can mobilize

When your spiritual power reaches the critical point of entering the divine transformation stage, God will send down three small tribulations, and under the strength of the tribulations, you will naturally be able to give birth to a soul."

Jiang Xiaoyu rubbed the black lines on his palms and said, "What about this?"

"This can be regarded as an opportunity that I give you. The actual spiritual power of your body is too strong. If the power of the Small Heavenly Tribulation is too strong by then, this line can help you."

"Okay! Then thank you, senior! I, the junior, must practice well!"

Seeing the painter's somewhat satisfied expression, Jiang Xiaoyu's clever mind turned around, and then he pretended to be embarrassed and said: "Senior, as far as I know, the cultivation of these practitioners increases with the improvement of their skills.

Improved. Now I don’t have any skills at all. Even if I want to learn to mobilize the spiritual power in my body, it’s still beyond my capabilities! A person as powerful as you must have a lot of skills in his body.

No..."

"What? You want to learn my skills?"

"Hey! I don't want to learn too much. Just give me a few exercises that are easy to learn and will make you unique in the world."

The painter shook his head, "No!"

"What?"

"No!"

Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly wanted to cry without tears, "Don't worry, when I finish my studies in the future, I will burn incense and paper for you every day, and kowtow to you! If it doesn't work, I will build a temple for you and erect a statue for you. Every tenth day of the Lunar New Year

Five, I’ll give you another trick..."

"Stop talking, stop talking!" The painter hurriedly waved his hand and said, "If you keep talking, you will build a monument for me!"

"Oh, that's not what I meant."

"In the same way, I didn't lie to you!" the painter said with a serious expression: "In my life, I started to draw on the ground with a wooden stick when I was one year old. At the age of three, I surpassed the best painter in the world at that time. At the age of seven, I started drawing on the ground.

At the age of nine, my Taoism of Talismans was unparalleled in the world. In the following thousand years, in order to integrate my painting skills with Taoism, I traveled to every corner of the world and painted every stubborn stone in the world.

This is the final realization.”

"During the process, I never read a secret book or learned a single technique. All of this was taught by myself."

"If you want me to teach you, I can only tell you, use what you are best at to the extreme, and it will become your most comfortable technique."

"What you're best at? Extreme?" Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly felt disheartened when he heard this.

"What? Are you discouraged?"

Jiang Xiaoyu explained: "It's not that I'm discouraged. The key point is that I only know how to fish! What else can I do if I fish for a lifetime, except that I eat fish until I vomit?"

When the painter heard this, he was shocked and said: "Fishing is good! You see, these people I just told you, I am a painter, the cook is a cook, and the tailor is not just a

Do you sew clothes? In this world, as long as you stick to what you are good at, you will definitely be able to do it to the best."

"Aren't you good at fishing? You have to make the most of your ability and become the best fisherman in the Immortal Sect. Hey! Thinking of this, my old man's heart is still aroused.

Bolan. Jiang Xiaoyu, just go fishing. One day, among the earthly immortals, maybe there will be a few people with the title of fisherman who will look after you!"

The more the painter chatted with Jiang Xiaoyu, the more he became free and easy.

Jiang Xiaoyu also had a familiar temperament. He touched his own forehead, and actually dared to touch the painter's forehead. Finally, he said with a bitter face: "We don't even have a fever, why are we talking nonsense?

"

The painter was amused by this and said with a smile: "No one in the world who has touched my forehead is a man!"

"Ah? I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was wrong!" Jiang Xiaoyu apologized quickly and tightened his crotch.

"Forget it, it's almost time!" The painter stood up, and three yellow talisman papers appeared in his hands.

"These three talismans are given to you. At the critical moment, crush them to save your life."

[Author's digression]: What follows is the foreshadowing of the next climax, and greater disputes will slowly unfold...


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