Ding Ermiao took out the golden needle he was carrying, pierced Lao Feng's finger, dripped a few drops of blood, and landed on the bait. There is *meaning*thought*study*academy*first*hair, hehe, interesting college

After the blood gradually penetrated into the bait, Ding Ermiao put the bait on the hook and threw it into the water.

Wang Haolan and Old Man Feng glanced at each other, sat down together, and watched Ding Ermiao fishing. Wan Shugao didn't dare to come out, staring intently at the water.

The sky is low, the clouds are thick, but there is no wind at all, although he is in the wild, but it is like being trapped in the room, extremely dull.

Half an hour passed, and there was no movement.

"Brother Ermiao, is there a mistake in the direction?" Wan Shu asked in a low voice.

Ding Ermiao stretched out his hand and pointed to the water in the distance, and said, "The ghost aura ahead is fierce, which means that there must be ghosts under the water, and the direction is correct." I just don't know why, this ghost thing doesn't take the bait......"

"Brother Ermiao, why can't I see the ghost qi?" Wan Shugao asked in a low voice.

"You silently recite the Maoshan meditation mantra, then squint your eyes a little, and use the corner of your eye to look along my fishing rod." Ding Ermiao pointed.

Wan Shugao nodded and followed Ding Ermiao's instructions.

Sure enough, the corner of his eye swept over, and on the water surface more than ten zhang away in front of Ding Ermiao's fishing rod, a black mist the size of a locomotive swirled, and the water surface was dark green!

"What a ghost!" Wan Shugao was taken aback, and asked again: "Brother Ermiao, this is a ghost king-level thing below, right?" ”

Ding Ermiao shook his head and said, "No, although the area of ghost qi is large, it is not condensed enough. So something underwater, not just one, but a group. ”

"Could it be, that group...... A small fish that eats people? Wan Shugao asked.

"Almost, watch out for your little Ding Ding, don't jump up and bite one by one, then you're done, hehe......" Ding Ermiao smiled and lifted the fishing rod.

Seeing Ding Ermiao starting the pole, Wang Haolan and Old Man Feng both stretched their necks to look. However, there was still me under the fishing line, and not a single toad was caught.

Old Man Feng was a little disappointed, but he was a little relieved, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Ding, how is it?" ”

Ding Ermiao shook his head and said, "No, you must use your son's own blood to have an effect." Sir, you can send someone back to collect blood, a smaller syringe, half a tube of blood is enough. ”

"This ......" Old Man Feng's face was obviously a little distrustful, and he frowned: "But didn't you just say that father and son are connected by blood, with my blood, is it the same?" ”

"That's right, that's what I said, and in fact, it is." Ding Ermiao nodded calmly.

"Then why, can't my blood attract monsters?" Old man Feng asked.

Wang Haolan and Wan Shugao also looked at Ding Ermiao together, waiting for Ding Ermiao's explanation.

Ding Ermiao sighed helplessly and said, "Old man, do you have to ask the reason?" ”

"I ......, of course I want to find out." Old man Feng was stunned for a moment and said.

"Well, I didn't want to say it, but since you have asked again and again, I have no choice but to tell you the truth."

Ding Ermiao glanced at Wang Haolan, and then looked at Old Man Feng and said, "Feng Qingyun, it's not your biological son." Other than that, there is no explanation. ”

Originally, he wanted to save some face for this old man, but his expression obviously distrusted Ding Ermiao, so Ding Ermiao had no choice but to say it directly.

Click......!

A thunderbolt rolled down from the sky, and the stone platform under his feet was shaken.

Old man Feng's body trembled, and he almost fell into the water.

"Feng Bo, are you alright?" Wang Haolan hurriedly stepped forward to support him and asked.

"It's okay, it's okay...... old man Feng stood firm, smiled at Ding Ermiao reluctantly, and said: "Impossible, this can't be ......, my wife's personality, I know, we have been together for decades, I trust her ......"

"That's if I'm mistaken, maybe I'm wrong." Ding Ermiao smiled faintly and turned to look at the water.

Thunder and lightning entangled, the small fish in the lake kept jumping out of the water, making a splash and making a circle of ripples......

Ding Ermiao looked at the water, suddenly a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and turned around.

But when he looked back, he saw that the old man Feng was staggering towards the shore. Looking at his faltering and aging appearance, it seems that at this moment, he has aged dozens of years.

Obviously, he couldn't accept the fact that Feng Qingyun was not his biological son!

fed his son with a handful of and urine, but in the end, he was a happy father, who could stand it?

And Wang Haolan was crying and laughing, looking at Ding Ermiao with a complicated expression.

Ding Ermiao shrugged his shoulders and said innocently: "It's none of my business, buddy, it's him who wants to ask." If I don't tell the reason, he will suspect that my Dao is not good, isn't this a loss of face for you? ”

"......" Wang Haolan, who has always been very eloquent, was speechless.

Now that the main family is gone, what is Ding Ermiao still doing here? So Ding Ermiao, Wan Shugao, and Wang Haolan also stepped on the stone embankment together and walked to the shore.

The old man Feng, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and said with a pale face: "Let's go back and draw blood from my son." Either way, he's my son, and I can't leave him alone. ”

When he said the words "my son", Old Man Feng said it very seriously, as if he was conveying some kind of message, and seemed to be making his position clear.

- He is my son, not my son, but also my son!

Ding Ermiao nodded solemnly and said, "The deep relationship between father and son is touching!" ”

"Feng Qingyun is really a blessing!" Wan Shugao grinned.

Wang Haolan hurriedly snorted and said, "Feng Bo is right, looking at this day, it is going to rain heavily." Let's hurry home and come back after collecting blood. ”

As he spoke, Wang Haolan stepped forward with the old man Feng in his arms, and at the same time turned around, gave Wan Shugao a wink, and motioned him to say a few words.

Wan Shugao's words just now sounded a bit of a pun to others. Feng Qingyun is blessed, what does it mean? is talking about his fake Lao Tzu and treating him as a real son?

Ding Ermiao also pulled a handful of ten thousand books, dropped a few steps, and said in a low voice: "Don't say it again, it will die." ”

Wan Shugao realized something at this time, nodded, and asked:

"Brother Ermiao, you just said that there are a group of ghosts under the water, so how can you catch them all? Isn't your fishing rod only one fish at a time? ”

"The magic is one foot high and one foot high, there is always a way to deal with him." Ding Ermiao walked to the river bank and said.

"Is it just like the last time, when I dealt with Wang Huzi and other water ghosts in Suolongtan, I covered them with the Maoshan Great Seal, and then surrounded them with the Five Elements Banner and brought them to the shore?" Wan Shugao asked.

"That method, this time it won't work." Ding Ermiao shook his head.

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