Chapter 2 Fishing is also a fish and a human being
The rain in the sky suddenly disappeared, the light in front of my eyes dimmed, and before I knew it, Zhikari was already in the volute.
The top of the head is a smooth arc-shaped dome with dense patterns and a faint earthy smell. Zhikari really hears the rapid raindrops hitting it, with a clanging sound, like the sound of an iron horse fighting one after another.
Next to him is the slightly squirming soft body of the color-changing snail, which is snow-white and plump. It secretes colorful mucus from time to time, and there are dots of light shining in the dark volute.
Zhikarizhen looked at himself and didn't realize that he had shrunk. Although in many folk tales, Prince Qiao had long been said to be a miraculous person, but seeing the pebble-like volute turned into a wide courtyard with his own eyes, Zhikarizhen was still amazed.
He remembered that when he fell in mid-air, no vicious beast had ever attacked Wang Ziqiao. The magic of this best alchemist in the world was completely different from that of orthodox Taoism.
"You've been running around for a long time. Are you hungry, Mr. Zhi?" Wang Ziqiao asked.
Zhikarizhen took out a few dark buns from his arms and said: "I have prepared some dry food." He hesitated for a moment and then said, "There should be several supply granaries in this area that my father secretly set up, but now
It’s raining heavily, so it’s hard to find.”
"I'm afraid that all the treasures of the clan tribes of past generations are hidden there." Wang Ziqiao smiled meaningfully, "How can you swallow such coarse food as steamed buns? Don't you want to eat fish and clams, sir?"
Zhikari was really shocked, remembering the scene when the two met for the first time, he couldn't help but laugh.
Wang Ziqiao walked to the entrance of the volute, sat down cross-legged, and took out a green bamboo fishing rod in his hand. He flicked it gently, and the fishing line fell into a small puddle in the grass, making ripples.
Zhikarizhen sat down next to him and asked curiously: "Sir, are you fishing?"
Wang Ziqiao nodded happily: "To make fish dumplings, seabass is the first choice. The meat of seabass is tender, white and plump. In the past, Yongning Marquis of the Jin Dynasty held a banquet and served a dish of 'Golden Jade Soup', which was made of thin slices of seabass with golden and orange filaments. It was full of color, flavor and flavor.
It’s really unforgettable. Among the sea bass, the best ones are the colored skirt bass from the Miluo River in Dachu, the flying-winged bass from the Heimo River in Dayan, the blood-eyed bass from March Lake in Dakun, and the six-gill bass from the Luhua River in Dajin.
Among them, the six-gill bass is the most delicious. Once you taste it once, you will never be able to let go of its taste."
Zhi Shouzhen said in surprise: "The Luhua River is thousands of miles away from here? Sir, you want to catch six-gill bass, are you kidding me?"
Wang Ziqiao smiled but did not answer. After a while, the fishing line suddenly trembled, and Wang Ziqiao shouted: "I'm hooked!"
"Wow!" The water splashed, and a plump silver bass jumped out of the puddle. It was more than three feet long. It shook its head and tail, bounced and struggled, and its six-petal gills were as white as jade. Prince Qiao pulled up the fishing rod and caught the bass.
Zhikarizhen caught a glimpse of a few pieces of snow-white reed flowers on the fishing line.
Scrape off the scales, cut open the intestines, clean the fish body, and cut into pieces... Prince Qiao's slender white fingers are like scissors crossing each other, like knives slicing, when they are delicate, they are like butterflies playing with the flowers, when they are simple, they are like bald pens hooking paper,
It actually interprets killing into a beauty that transcends life and death. Zhikari looked at it for a moment, and suddenly his understanding of swordsmanship deepened.
With a flash of cold light, Zhikarizhen waved his dagger lightly, and the fish scales and internal organs on the ground were driven by the dagger and turned into a pile. The dagger pushed lightly, and the scales and internal organs fell outside the volute.
Wang Ziqiao couldn't help but praise this skillful move and neat movements, and asked casually: "How long have you been learning swordsmanship in private?"
"More than two years."
"Two years?" Wang Ziqiao's eyes looked strange. He only looked at the young man's skillful and smooth posture. It would be impossible to achieve it without more than ten years of hard training. What's even more rare is that there is no trace of craftsmanship in the dagger swing from beginning to end, showing the style of a master.<
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Zhi Shouzhen misunderstood Wang Ziqiao's meaning and said with a wry smile: "There is no one to guide me, so the entry is a little slow. After all, the Wu clan is not a Yuren, and they don't have their innate talent for swordsmanship."
"Those Yumen are only good at swordsmanship, they are far from the 'Tao'." Wang Ziqiao said lightly, doubting in his heart, is Zhi Shou really making a fool of himself, or is he a natural swordsman? In the past, he hunted all over the world, and he had seen
There are many talented people like the crucian carp crossing the river, but none of them has such an amazing swordsmanship talent as Karishin.
"May I ask, sir, what is the difference between sword skills and kendo?" Zhikari asked in confusion.
"It's like the difference between corn corned steamed buns and six-gill bass." Wang Ziqiao smiled slightly and picked up a piece of fish fillet that was as clear as crystal and as thin as fine snow with his fingers, "Young Master Zhi, please."
The fish fillet is tender and smooth, melting in your mouth, and a sweet and fresh taste lingers on Zhikarizhen's tongue and teeth for a long time. Suddenly, a stream of essence rises from Zhikarizhen's internal organs, which is warm, gentle and full of vitality.
It is vigorous and slowly penetrates into the muscles, bones, flesh and blood of the whole body.
Zhikarizhen's spirit suddenly perked up, and his pale face gained a hint of color. "Sir, this six-gill bass..."
"In addition to being delicious, six-gill bass can also replenish your qi and blood. Although it cannot cure your qi and blood depletion, it can delay it." Wang Ziqiao smiled, "Young Master, you might as well use more."
The two of them were eating fish meat, watching the wild rain scene outside the volute, and chatting casually. The sky was getting late, the clouds were gathering, and the rain was splashing on the grass and trees, picked up by the miserable wind, and scattered into streaks of mist.
The white smoke is like the faint cry of wild beasts deep in the shadow of the trees.
"The crisp snow is flying in wisps, and the silver perch is fishing for the brilliant river." Wang Ziqiao picked up a piece of crystal fish meat, looked at the misty rain in the forest, and chanted in a long voice.
"It's a night of drunkenness and rain, and this taste will bring back the taste of the two of us." Zhi Shou sipped the fish meat carefully and replied.
The two looked at each other and smiled, and Wang Ziqiao said: "Mr. Zhi, with your talent in poetry and song, coupled with this handsome and handsome appearance, you are enough to prosper in the Jin Dynasty." Zhi Shou really knew that the drama was coming. The new deal that Wang Ziqiao hinted at before was probably related to Dajin. He immediately said: "Please give me some advice, sir."
Wang Ziqiao pointed at the fish: "Master Zhi, do you know the price of this six-gill bass?" Before Zhi Shouzhen could answer, he raised a finger and said, "The market price of a three-foot-long six-gill bass is one thousand gold.
This is still the lowest qi and blood tonic. If it is better, such as blue and white emulsion, passion stamen, grass donkey glue...at least tens of thousands of gold. Even if you use up the tribal wealth left by Zhiye, how many times can you take it?
Even rarer treasures such as Yingzhao Gan, White Tiger Marrow, Fragrant Rui Dew, and Candle Flower Tears can easily cost one hundred thousand or one million gold. They are still priceless and cannot be obtained by anyone other than a princely family or a Taoist and demonic orthodox."
He looked at Zhi Kaizhen with deep meaning: "If you want to cure the disease of qi and blood failure, you must not only have a fortune, but also have a prominent background in the world."
Zhikarizhen gave a bitter smile: "According to what Mr. said, I can never expect to survive this year."
"Not necessarily." Prince Qiao twisted his beard and smiled, "If you become the eldest son of the Yongning Marquis of the Jin Dynasty, you will naturally be rich and powerful, and it will not be difficult to replenish your energy and blood. It depends on whether you are willing to live in a different identity?
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The eldest son of the Marquis of Yongning in the Jin Dynasty, Zhi Shouzhen pondered for a moment and said resolutely: "I didn't have any plans at first. I just wanted to stay away from the wilderness and avoid the limelight for a while. Since Mr. has arranged a clear path for me, it's the best." He
His voice was sincere and his expression was sincere, but there was a chill in his heart, as if he was being stared at by a cunning poisonous snake.
There is no doubt that these were premeditated by Wang Ziqiao. The other party's purpose was to make him willingly become the crown prince of Yongning Hou.
Wang Ziqiao first threatened him, pointing out that he could only live for one year; then he reasoned with it and used Zhiye and Ba Lang to arouse his desire for survival; and finally induced him to ask him for help and fell into the trap set by the other party. Zhikari took a piece of fish breast and let it melt on the tip of his tongue, and the sweet and smooth flavor spread little by little.
It’s not so much that Wang Ziqiao is fishing for bass, it’s better to say he’s fishing for people. Every word and every move of this world’s best alchemist directly points to people’s hearts and drives their aspirations. Even if he knows he needs to drink poison to quench his thirst, he still has to do it. But this person
With a clear demeanor and elegant words, people can't help but be convinced. It's no wonder that masters like Bian Wuya and Xuan Ming can be played at the palm of their hands.
"Good! Mr. Zhi is a young hero when he is cut off. He is truly a young hero!" Wang Ziqiao clapped his hands and praised, "As the saying goes, 'The small hermit hides in the wild, the middle hermit hides in the city, and the great hermit hides herself in the court.' Once Master Zhi becomes Yongning Marquis's
Prince, why should you worry about the Yu Clan’s pursuit? With this noble status, the top Taoist sect in the Jin Dynasty, the martial arts academy can also worship the mountain and practice, it can be said to be a hundred benefits without any harm."
Zhi Shouzhen said: "Sir, if you want to turn me into the young prince of Jin Dynasty, it won't be easy, right?"
"It's not easy, but it's not too difficult either." Wang Ziqiao smiled, "Master Zhi, don't worry about this, someone will pave a straight road for you to reach the top."
Zhi Kaizhen asked again: "I wonder what you, sir, need me to do for you in my capacity as the young marquis?"
"This matter will be discussed later. It's getting late, Mr. Zhi, have a good rest. We have to be on our way tomorrow morning." Prince Qiao smiled without answering, stood up and walked towards the depth of the volute. His figure seemed to become smaller and smaller until he disappeared.
Difficult to distinguish.
Zhi Kaizhen's eyes flashed, maybe Wang Ziqiao had these thoughts when they first met in the village. This man is wise and extremely ruthless, which can be seen just by looking at his silver hair that he secretly took Feng Yu. At the moment, it is best for him to be cowardly.
, let’s see who is the bass and who is the fisherman in the end.
He picked up the last piece of crystal-clear fish meat, put it in front of his eyes, and stared at it for a long time. The words of a sage of the Wu clan suddenly came to mind: "When you fight a tiger, you will eventually become a tiger. When you stare into the abyss, the abyss will also
Ran."
It rained all night. When Zhikarizhen woke up, the heavy rain had not stopped. The volute was filled with wet cold air, and the sound of raindrops was still as dense and powerful as sharp arrows.
"It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. Let's set off as soon as possible." At some point, Wang Ziqiao stood outside the volute. Behind him was a dark green giant leopard. A pair of green leopard eyes looked over, with a trace of sluggishness in the ferocity.
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The coat of the leopard was shiny, with a wrinkled pouch hanging from its chest. The leopard crawled in, and it was thick, soft, and quite comfortable. Wang Ziqiao sat down next to him and nudged the leopard, and the leopard suddenly bowed.