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Chapter 247 Fishing Fairy

Chapter 247 Fishing Fairy

Yang Ling'er was extremely shocked by the information from her master.

The Piaomiao Pavilion sent Deputy Pavilion Master Su Xiaoyan and dozens of young disciples to the Cangyun Sect's fighting test. She did not go there. Before the Cangyun Sect's big test ended, she had already left Piaomiao.

Feng, came to the mortal world to experience, so he didn’t know the specific process and results of the Cangyun Sect’s Grand Examination.

In her opinion, although there are many outstanding young disciples of Cangyun Sect, only Gu Jianchi can compete with her head-on.

As for Yun Qiyou, who was ranked one higher than herself among the six fairies, Yang Ling'er actually didn't take her seriously.

Yun Qiyou is too young and has only practiced Taoism for ten years. Even if he is a genius, his Taoism is not very high. Yang Ling'er started practicing Taoism at the age of eight and has been practicing Taoism for nearly thirty years. When it comes to the foundation of Taoism, he thinks he is far better than Yun Qiyou.

, the only thing she feared about Yun Qiyou was the powerful Chen-Zhanbing magic weapon.

Unexpectedly, the young man named Ye Xiaochuan whom he met on the Yangtze River today turned out to be so powerful. Although there were not many words on the burned silk, Yang Ling'er was shocked by the information contained in it.

There are four key points in the content on the silk. First, Ye Xiaochuan is under sixteen years old. Second, he has achieved good results in third place in the Cangyun Sect's internal examination. Third, he can motivate people.

Beidou Zhushen, one of the four major sword techniques of Cangyun Sect. Fourth, the fairy sword magic weapon in Ye Xiaochuan's hand is extraordinary.

"How is it possible! Who doesn't know that by activating the Beidou God-killing Sword Technique, one must at least cultivate the Cangyun Sect's Yin-Yang, Qiankun Dao to the eighth level of spiritual silence! This young man Ye Xiaochuan is only fifteen or sixteen years old, how can he be so accomplished?

So profound?"

Reaching spiritual silence at the age of sixteen?

This is not unheard of in the history of human cultivation, but it is very rare. In the past four thousand years, it has only appeared a few times in the entire human world, and they are all geniuses that defy the heavens.

A peerless genius like Yun Qiyou was born only in Cangyun Sect every two thousand years. Now he is more than 20 years old and he still has not reached the realm of spiritual tranquility.

A peerless woman like Yang Ling'er has practiced Taoism for nearly thirty years, and has only touched the threshold of spiritual silence in the past two or three years.

She absolutely did not believe that the wretched, lustful and weak-minded young man in front of her would reach the realm of spiritual silence before the age of sixteen. Even if his master was the legendary Taoist Qingfeng, he would not be able to teach such a powerful disciple.

However, Yang Ling'er also knew that the news coming from Piaomiao Peak was unlikely to be wrong. This time, Master Su went to participate in the Cangyun Grand Examination in person. Master Su was the second highest figure in Piaomiao Pavilion, and his cultivation level had reached

After reaching the ninth level of heaven, she personally watched the Cangyun test on the Samsara Peak. She would never be mistaken.

Therefore, Ye Xiaochuan's good result of third place cannot be a lie. It cannot be a lie that he activated the Beidou God-killing Sword Technique.

If it is a fraud or an illusion, it will never be hidden from Master Su's eyes.

Women are often more curious than men.

Now Yang Ling'er almost didn't take Baili Yuan to heart anymore. She really wanted to see who this Ye Xiaochuan was. In her eyes at this moment, Ye Xiaochuan's forehead had been carved with a big puzzle word. She wanted to

Solve this mystery with your own hands and find the truth hidden behind the mystery.

Neither Ye Xiaochuan nor Baili Yuan knew that Yang Linger, one of the six fairies, Yufu Fairy, was watching them on the river dozens of feet away.

The two started a new round of quarrel.

From the first time they met on Samsara Peak, when Ye Xiaochuan was beaten for teasing Baili Yuan, it seemed like it was a bad start in the lives of these two guys.

Without quarreling or bickering, life would be impossible.

Bailiyuan seized the opportunity and ridiculed Ye Xiaochuan, a naughty boy who wet the bed a month ago, for actually imitating adult men as being lewd and lustful. He could not control himself when he saw a woman, had a weak mind, and had disgraced the Cangyun Sect.

Ye Xiaochuan quibbled that he had just eaten Zhu Guo, and the Zhu Guo spiritual energy was over-replenished, so he had a nosebleed.

As for the bedwetting a month ago, I don't blame him. He was seriously injured at that time and was wrapped like a rice dumpling by Xiaochi's sister. His body couldn't move, so he was forced to wet the bed.

A sage once said that people have three kinds of urgency: urgency to urinate, urgency to defecate, and urgency of temper.

Being forced to wet the bed when your body is completely unable to move can be forgiven.

Just like impatience among the three urgent needs, during the wedding night, both men and women are unwilling to wait for a moment. That's why there is a saying that a moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold.

After arguing for two hours, when it was almost dawn, both of them felt comfortable, went to the bamboo raft, and began to sleep.

After entering Xiangdi, the river narrowed and the water flow became faster. The two people were sleeping all the time, completely ignoring the bamboo raft. This big bamboo raft, three feet long, floated down from the upstream in the center of the river. There was no one at the helm.

No matter what the channel problem was, Ye Xiaochuan also opened the sails before going to bed.

After the ship's sail caught the wind, it was like an arrow leaving the string, and it ran rampant along the way. If it hadn't been dawn and the sight had improved, it would have hit many ships.

After narrowly escaping, many boatmen immediately cursed at the two people on the bamboo raft from a distance. Boating like this on the Yangtze River is simply asking for death.

A cruise ship on the Yangtze River is an inconspicuous one among the many cruise ships. It is not very big, with two very small cabins, and the windows of the cabin are hung with shabby bamboo curtains.

This cruise ship, like Ye Xiaochuan's bamboo raft, does not have a boat owner to steer the boat. The sails are spread and the boat sails downstream quickly.

An old man with a haggard face was sitting on the deck of the bow fishing, but the boat was traveling so fast, how could he catch fish?

But there happened to be a bamboo basket hanging in the river next to the old man, and there were many fat and big fish.

At this moment, the old man's fishing line was snapped straight again. It should be a big fish. The old man was making a final fight with the fish in the water.

He is a very experienced fisherman. When he catches a big fish, he should not rush to reel in the line, otherwise the big fish will break the line. He must use up his strength with the big fish little by little and wait for the big fish to be exhausted.

Once it's done, it becomes the meat of a knife.

A beautiful girl wearing snow-white clothes was playing the piano in the cabin. The sound of the piano was very soft. When the beautiful woman's slender fingers plucked the strings, it gave people a thrilling beauty.

The big fish in the water seem to be struggling to the music of the piano. When the sound of the piano becomes softer, the extent of the big fish's struggle will be much smaller. But once the pitch of the piano sound becomes higher, the big fish seems to have been stimulated by something.

, turning up layers of waves.

It's like, the person fishing is not the old man sitting on the bow deck of the boat, but the woman in white playing the piano in the cabin.

After playing the ancient song "Moonlit Night on the Spring River", the big fish in the water finally stopped, and the old man let out a hoarse and unpleasant laugh.

Then he picked up the bamboo fishing net beside him, hooked the big fish's head, and pulled the exhausted big fish out of the water onto the deck.


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