1267: C1267 Zhao Jade

C1267 Zhao Jade

"Child, what are you doing?"

The fisherman looked at Qi Qi Qi with the fishing rod over his shoulder and the fish basket in his hand.

Qi Qi looked up at the fisherman and said: "I'm catching fish. I'm waiting for father to come back to cook for us."

As she said this, two fish swam into the circle surrounded by pebbles, and after blocking the way with a rock, Qi Qi let go to catch fish. After splashing around in the circle of water, she threw two fish half a foot long from the water onto the shore, and tied them together with a branch from a willow branch. There were already six fish strung on this branch, and each one of them looked quite large.

"Eh, fishing can actually be done in such a manner? This is much more amazing than old man fishing! " The fisherman praised in surprise.

Qi Qi was happy.: "Old grandpa, how many fish did you catch today?"

Hearing this, the fisherman could not help but laugh dryly, "This, this, hehe, today's luck is bad …"

Qi Qi looked at the fisherman in confusion: "Old grandpa, how many did you catch?"

The fisherman looked even more embarrassed. "Yes, there's something wrong with the place we chose today. Sigh, we'll definitely catch it tomorrow."

Qi Qi tilted her head: "Oh, I know. Old grandpa, did you catch any fish today?"

The fisherman laughed awkwardly before he suddenly said, "Alright then. I was wondering why it was you who caught the fish. You're starving today. What bad luck!"

Qi Qi didn't know if what the fisherman said was true or not. He pitifully thought about it and said, "Grandpa, I didn't know you were fishing here. How about I give you two of these fish?"

The fisherman rolled his eyes and said, "That's not enough. You'll have to give that fish trap to me."

Sergei nodded: "Alright, grandpa you won't have to be hungry after you learn this method."

The fisherman gave two embarrassed "hehe" laughs, but he didn't show the slightest politeness as he walked to the riverside and started learning how to fish with a rock hoop with a child.

The old and young duo circled around the river four or five times and caught about ten river fishes in succession. The old fisherman split half of them and filled half of the fish basket with them before patting the basket in satisfaction, saying, "You won't have to starve for three days now!"

Qi Qi Qi used a willow branch to pick up the remaining fish skewers and said, "I also have to go. Dad, mom, and Auntie Mei are still waiting for food."

As he said this, he waved towards the fisherman, turned around, and prepared to leave by the river.

"Hey, kid, you teach this old man how to catch fish, but this old man doesn't even know your name!" the fisherman asked from behind him.

"My name is Qi Qi." The little boy came back to his senses and answered.

"This is a small name, do you have a big name?" the fisherman asked.

"Daddy has always called me Qi Qi, no other name!" The child answered doubtfully.

"So it's like that!"

The fisherman nodded, a milky white rock appearing in his hand out of nowhere and looking very beautiful. The fisherman rubbed the stone with his thumb, as if some white dust had been blown away by the river.

The fisherman handed over the white stone in his hand and said, "You gave eight fish to the old man and taught him how to catch fish. This old man will also give you something as a gift!"

Qi Qi looked at the stone in the fisherman's hand and shook his head: "Daddy won't let me take the things of others!"

Hearing this, the fisherman laughed as he reached out to rub the child's head, "You're a good child, but this is only a rock. Furthermore, it's not what you want, but a gift from me."

Qi Qi once heard her father say that a boy's head couldn't be caressed casually by others. In the past, when Aunt Mei touched his head, he would always avoid her, and although his mother rarely did intimate actions, occasionally touching his head still made him feel very uncomfortable. But strangely, when the old grandpa's hand touched his head, he didn't think of avoiding it.

Qi Qi naturally wasn't clear about the logical relationship between these words, and coupled with the fact that the fisherman in front of him could make him feel the kindness and love from the bottom of his heart, she bewilderedly took the stone from the fisherman's hand. However, when Qi Qi Qi held it in her hand, he realized that there was a hole in the top of the milky white stone, which was tied up by a crystal clear silk thread.

Qi Qi Qi grabbed the thread and lifted up the stone. Only then did he see that there were exquisite patterns engraved on the stone, and in the middle of these patterns, there was even a character carved into it.

"Do you recognize this word?" the fisherman asked.

Qi Qi looked at the fisherman and shook his head.

The fisherman stretched out the silk and put the stone on his neck. After thinking for a while, he put the stone on his clothes. If he didn't remove the silk, he wouldn't be able to see the milky white stone on his neck.

The fisherman bent down to straighten Qi Qi's clothes, then patted his shoulder, stared at him and smiled, "Remember, the word Zhaoqi is a gift from grandpa, and also a secret between us two. Don't tell anyone else."

Qi Qi Qi nodded her head and said, "You won't even tell your father?"

The fisherman laughed, "Don't worry, your father will find out sooner or later."

Qi Qi Qi nodded, tilted his head as if he was about to say something, but suddenly, he heard a faint sound coming from the river, as if she was calling him.

"It's father! Father has returned to look for me!"

Qi Qi turned her head to say goodbye to the fisherman, but the space in front of him was empty. Where was that fisherman?

Qi Qi Qi suspiciously looked around, then suddenly heard the fisherman's voice: "Child, remember, your grandpa gave you a gift, don't let them know."

"Strange?" How can you run so far? But let Father find it so easily! " Yang Xinyu's voice came from not far away.

When Kiki turned around, she saw her father coming along the river.

"Heh, caught so many fish? I never thought that you would be able to catch so much with just a simple statement. Now you actually saved dad the trouble of going back into the river to catch fish! "

When Yang Xinyu saw the few fish that were strung together by the willow branches, he immediately patted her son's head and happily praised him.

Hearing his father's praise, Qi Qi Qi laughed proudly. However, when his father rubbed his head, he felt the same as that old fisherman. No wonder he felt so comfortable.

With one hand holding her son, Yang Xinyu picked up several river fishes and said, "Let's go. Father will teach you how to make grilled fish today. In the future, when Father is not by your side, you won't be hungry anymore."

"Alright, alright!" Sergei clapped his hands and laughed.

The father and son duo chatted and laughed as they left the riverbank. However, neither of them noticed that the fisherman was watching them leave from a forest not far away from the river.

As the fisherman watched the father and son's figures leave, he suddenly shook the fishing rod in his hand. A miserable "Ah!" sound suddenly came from behind him.

Turning around to look, he saw two cultivators lying on the ground in the forest. One of them, because of his relatively light injuries, was tied up by a fishing line as he tried to escape while the fisherman was turning around. He had left a bloody groove in his leg and was almost able to cut off his entire leg.

"Speak, who sent you? Who's the one behind this?" The fisherman's calm voice came from under the bamboo hat.

"I don't know! I really don't know! Someone dropped a large amount of crystals for us to do something. We just need to follow the instructions and take that kid away. As for who the potential customer is, that's not something we should know." The cultivator holding his own leg looked at the fisherman with a gaze filled with fear.

Two cold laughs came from under the fisherman's bamboo hat. "It seems like the three of you are going to refuse a toast and drink a forfeit. In this cultivation world, there are plenty of ways to make people beg for their lives and not die. I wonder just how many taels of oil your bones can boil?"

"We really don't know. Even if you kill us, we wouldn't know!" The three cultivators pleaded.

The fisherman coldly snorted, and killing intent surged from his body. The three cultivators had done this many times, so how could they not know what was going to happen next? They all revealed expressions of despair.

But just as the three of them closed their eyes and awaited death, death did not come for a long time. When the three of them opened their eyes, there was no trace of the fisherman in the forest.

The three cultivators looked at each other in dismay. In the end, it was the cultivator who was almost strangled by the fisherman suddenly realized something and said, "This is bad, let's hurry up and leave this place!"

While the other two were still confused, a streak of light suddenly crossed the river and descended into the forest. A cultivator completely wrapped in black appeared beside the three cultivators.

"Run!"

The cultivator did not care that the wound on his leg had just broken again. He stood up and ran out of the forest.

The other two cultivators finally understood what was going on as they followed behind, not caring about their injuries.0

"Hmph, a bunch of trash!"

The black-clothed cultivator coldly snorted and suddenly reached out his hand to pat a willow tree beside him.

In almost an instant, a strange aura began to spread along the willow tree towards the entire forest. Afterwards, the entire forest suddenly began to exude a strange atmosphere.

Just as the three cultivators were about to escape, the ground of the entire forest suddenly boiled. Countless vines extended from the ground, lifting up rocks and sand everywhere. It was as if demons were dancing chaotically as they instantly sealed off the entire forest.

Among the three cultivators, one had his ankle wrapped around by a tree root, one had his waist pulled up, and the other one had his neck tightened by a tree root. No matter how the three of them struggled, the dancing tree roots on the ground all retracted back and stabbed into the ground, burying the three alive.

The black-clothed cultivator gave the forest a glance before turning into a streak of light and disappearing.

After half an incense stick of time, there was a flash of light in the sky. The black-clothed cultivator that had just left returned, but the forest remained as silent as before.

"Strange!" The black-clothed cultivator muttered softly to himself, then once more mounted the flying light. This time, he truly did leave.

Not long after the black-clothed cultivator left, a person walked out from the trunk of a birch tree in the forest. It was the fisherman wearing the bamboo hat.

"Strange, this aura seems somewhat familiar. Who could it be?" The fisherman muttered while rubbing his chin.

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