"Kid, what are you doing?"

The fisherman was carrying a fishing rod on his shoulder and a fishing basket in his hand, and looked at Qiqi and asked with some curiosity. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qiqi glanced up at the fisherman and said, "I'm catching fish, waiting for Daddy to come back and make grilled fish to eat." ”

After blocking the waterway with a stone, Qiqi let go of the fish in the water circle, and after a splash, accompanied by the laughter of children, two half-foot-long river fish were thrown from the water to the shore, and then a willow branch was strung up from the gills of the fish, and on this willow branch there were six fish strung together, each of which looked not small.

"Hey, you can still use this method for fishing, it's much better than the old man's fishing!" the fisherman exclaimed in amazement.

Qiqi was happy to be praised and asked, "Grandpa, how many fish did you catch today?"

When the fisherman heard this, his face suddenly became a little unbearable, and he laughed dryly twice, and said, "This, this, hehe, today's luck is not very good-"

Qiqi looked at the fisherman with some confusion and said, "Old man, how many have you caught?"

The fisherman became more and more embarrassed, and said, "Well, there may be a problem with the place chosen today, hey, I will definitely be able to catch it tomorrow." ”

Qiqi tilted his head and thought about it, and said with a smile: "Ah, I know, grandpa, didn't you catch a fish today?"

The fisherman laughed embarrassedly twice, and suddenly said: "Okay, I said that I can't catch fish today, old man, it turns out that you little ghost fished all the fish, alas, I'm going to starve today, unlucky!"

Qiqi didn't know if it was fake, and after listening to the fisherman's pitiful words, he thought for a while and said, "Old man, I don't know if you are also fishing here, do you think this is good, I will give you two of these fish, okay?"

The fisherman rolled his eyes and said, "It's not enough, you still have to give the old man the method of trapping the fish." ”

Qiqi didn't doubt him, nodded and said, "Okay, old man, you don't have to go hungry if you learn this method." ”

The fisherman laughed embarrassedly, but he didn't walk to the river politely and learned the method of building a stone circle fish with the children.

The old man and the young man circled four or five stone circles by the river, and caught more than a dozen river fish one after another, and the fisherman took half of it, filled a fish basket half full, and finally patted the fish basket with satisfaction, and said, "Don't be hungry for three days!"

Qiqi skewered the remaining fish with a willow branch and held it in his hand, and said, "Grandpa, I have to go too, and my father, mother, and Aunt Mei still have to wait for food." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand at the fisherman, turned his head and was about to leave the river.

"Well, little one, you taught the old man how to catch fish, but the old man doesn't know your name yet!" asked the fisherman behind him.

"My name is Kiki. The boy came back to his senses and replied.

"Is this a nickname, is there a big name?" asked the fisherman again.

"Daddy always calls me Kiki, no other name!" replied the child, a little confused.

"That's it!"

The fisherman nodded, but he didn't know when there was a milky white stone in his palm, which looked very beautiful, and he saw the fisherman's thumb on the stone in his hand, and there seemed to be some white dust blown away by the river wind.

The fisherman handed over the white stone in his hand and said, "You gave the old man eight fish, and taught the old man how to catch fish, and the old man also gave you a thing, so take it as a gift!"

Qiqi looked at the stone in the fisherman's hand, shook his head, and said, "Daddy won't let me ask for other people's things casually." ”

The fisherman laughed twice when he heard this, stretched out his hand and touched the child's head, and said, "You are a good boy, but this is just a stone, and it is not what you want, but a gift from the old man." ”

Qiqi heard his father say that the boy's head can't be touched casually, he used to avoid Aunt Mei when he touched his head, although his mother rarely had intimate actions, but occasionally touched his head still made him feel very uncomfortable, but the strange thing is that when the old man's hand touched his head, he didn't think to dodge, on the contrary, with the praise of the fisherman's mouth, he also felt that he was very useful.

Qiqi's age naturally can't distinguish the logical relationship between these biting words in his words, and the fisherman in front of him can make him feel the kindness and love from the heart, so he took the stone from the fisherman's hand in a daze, but when he got it in his hand, Qiqi found that the top of the milky white stone had a hole pierced and was tied up by a crystal clear silk thread.

Kiki grabbed the thread and lifted the stone up, only to see that the stone was beautifully carved with patterns, and in the center of the front of the patterns was a lettering.

"Do you recognize the name of the word?" asked the fisherman.

Kiki looked at the fisherman and shook his head.

The fisherman stretched the silk thread and put the stone under his neck, and after thinking about it, he put the stone into the placket of his garment, so that without untying his garment, he would not even see the milky white stone hanging from his neck.

The fisherman bent down to straighten Qiqi's clothes, then patted him on the shoulder, stared at him and smiled: "Remember, this word is pronounced 'Zhao', which is a gift from your grandfather, and it is also a secret for us both young and old, and no one else should tell them." ”

Qiqi nodded as if he didn't understand, and said, "Don't you even tell Daddy?"

The fisherman laughed twice and said, "Don't worry, your father will know sooner or later." ”

Kiki nodded, tilting his head as if to say something, when he suddenly heard a faint voice from the upper reaches of the river, which seemed to be calling him.

"It's Daddy, Daddy is coming back for me!"

Qiqi's eyes lit up, and he turned his head to say goodbye to the fisherman, but there was nothing in front of him, where was the old fisherman just now?

Qiqi looked around suspiciously, but suddenly the fisherman's voice came from his ears, and said, "Child, remember, don't let them know about the gift that grandpa gave you." ”

"Qiqi, why did you have to run so far, but it was easy for Dad to find!" Yang Qinyu's voice came from not far away.

When Kiki turned around, he saw his father walking along the river.

"Heh, you caught so many fish? I didn't expect that Dad just told you simply, you can catch so much, but now you save Dad from catching fish in the river!"

Yang Qinyu saw a few river fish strung together with willow branches, and immediately touched his son's head and praised happily.

Listening to his father's praise, Qiqi smiled proudly, but when his father touched his head, he felt exactly like the fisherman's grandfather, no wonder he was so comfortable.

Yang Qinyu held his son on his body with one hand, lifted up a few river fish with the other, and said, "Let's go, Daddy will teach you how to make grilled fish today, and you won't be hungry when Daddy is not by your side in the future." ”

"Yes, yes!" Kiki clapped his hands and laughed.

The father and the two left the river beach talking and laughing all the way, but neither of them noticed that in a grove not far from the river, the fisherman with a fishing rod was watching the two of them leave.

Seeing the figures of the father and son go away, the fisherman suddenly shook the fishing rod in his hand, and suddenly there was a scream of "ah" behind him.

When he turned to look, he saw that there were two monks lying on the ground in the woods, and one monk was about to flee when the fisherman turned around because of his injuries, but he was entangled in a fishing line and pushed it, and he cut a blood groove, almost cutting off his entire calf, and the monk was holding his leg and howling loudly.

"Tell me, who sent you, and who are the people behind the scenes?" the fisherman's faint voice came from under the hat.

"I don't know, I really don't know, someone sent a big spar to us to do something, we just have to take the child away as instructed, as for who the gold owner is, that's not something we should know. The monk holding his calf looked at the fisherman with a look of fear.

Two sneers came from under the fisherman's hat, and said: "It seems that the three of them are going to toast and not eat and drink, and there are methods in this cultivation world that make people survive and not die, but I don't know how many taels of oil can be boiled out of the bones of the three?"

"We really don't know, we don't know even if you kill us!" the three monks pleaded.

The fisherman snorted coldly, and his whole body was full of anger, the three monks had done too many such things, and they didn't know what they would do next, and they suddenly looked desperate.

However, when the three of them closed their eyes and waited for death, death did not come, and when the three of them opened their eyes, there was still a trace of the fisherman in the woods.

The three monks looked at each other, and in the end, it was the monk who almost broke his leg by the fisherman who suddenly realized something and said, "It's not good, let's get out of here quickly!"

While the other two were still in a daze, a ray of light suddenly crossed the river and landed in the woods, and a monk wrapped in black appeared beside the three monks.

"Run!"

The monk got up and ran out of the woods, despite the fact that the wound on his calf had just stopped cracking again.

The other two monks finally understood something, and they followed behind despite the injuries on their bodies.

"Hmph, a bunch of rubbish!"

The black-clothed monk snorted coldly, and suddenly reached out and slapped on a willow tree beside him.

Almost instantly, a strange aura suddenly spread along the willow trees towards the entire forest, and then the entire forest suddenly filled with a strange atmosphere.

Seeing that the three monks were about to flee, suddenly the ground of the entire forest boiled, and countless root vines stretched out from the ground, kicking up the earth, rocks, and sediment all over the ground, like a group of demons dancing wildly, instantly blocking the entire forest.

One of the three monks was wrapped around his ankle by a root, one was pulled around his waist, and the other was simply strangled by a root, and then no matter how the three struggled, the roots dancing on the ground retracted and plunged back into the ground, and the three monks were buried alive one by one.

The blackfriar glanced toward the woods, then vanished in a flash of light.

The woods, which had regained their calm, saw no trace of what had just happened, and after about half a pillar of incense, another light flashed in the sky, and the black-clothed monk who had just left went and returned, but everything was silent in the woods.

"Strange!" the blackfriar muttered, and then set up the retreat again, but this time he really left.

And not long after the black-clothed monk left, a man suddenly came out of the trunk of a birch tree in the woods, and it was the fisherman with the hat.

"Strange, this aura feels a little familiar, who could it be?" the fisherman muttered to himself, rubbing his chin.

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