Chapter 696 The abnormal river surface

Since the last Mid-Autumn Festival, the relationship between the two has also increased a lot. It can gradually be called a friend of age. As for who is older and who is younger?

This is really hard to say. In terms of age, Ye Qingshan is naturally great. Not counting the time he was in the low-latitude world before, just like the time he came to Beijuluzhou, Ye Qingshan has been more than three hundred years.

The old fishing man is just an ordinary human. Even if he is nourished by various supplements, he will only last for three years if he dies. (1,60 years)

But from the perspective of appearance, Ye Qingshan, who is at least 300 years old, looks very good, with red lips and white teeth, and tender skin as if he could pinch out water, making him look like a popular young actor.

The old fishing man who is less than a hundred years old is now full of years of age and looks old.

But this did not affect the two becoming friends.

Due to his identity, it is difficult for the fishing old man to find a friend who can make friends in Tianxuan City. After all, no matter who knows that his son is the lord of Tianxuan City, he will involuntarily look up to him. Maybe he will also get some benefits from his son through his father, but if his friend is Ye Qingshan, this situation does not exist.

As for Ye Qingshan? He is not as troublesome as an old man in making friends. The reason why there are only one friend like an old man in Tianxuan City is mainly because Ye Qingshan looks down on him.

The reason why the two can get together is mainly because of their relationship, and more importantly, the fact that they are not utilitarian in making friends.

If you don’t ask me, I don’t ask you. If you can talk to each other, this friend will naturally become.

Many people wonder why friends are gone after they make friends. In fact, it is not that friends are gone, but that they have more utilitarianism.

The old man knew that his son had been worried about the formation, but the old man never took the initiative to talk about it with Ye Qingshan. Even if he talked about it, he would stop talking and never talk in depth. This is why Yang Wenping later knew that Ye Qingshan had ended in seclusion, but never came to find Ye Qingshan.

Although he had a friend like an old fishing man, Ye Qingshan did not change his normal life rules because of this.

In daily practice, exercise muscles and bones in your spare time to enhance your control over your body. Occasionally, when you are bored and want to have a salted fish, you go to the moat to chat with the old man, or sit under the willow tree for a day.

The old man also went fishing by the river every day, and never took the initiative to look for Ye Qingshan.

As the days passed day by day, the activation rate of ancestral blood in Ye Qingshan's body continued to increase, from 52% at the beginning to 56%.

It is not difficult to increase the activation rate of ancestral blood. As long as it is not a 10% level, normal practice on weekdays is enough to increase the activation rate of ancestral blood. But after encountering the level, it will be different. The spiritual energy required will be increased by hundreds or thousands of times.

And on this day, after a night of practice, it was the Double Ninth Festival, Ye Qingshan brought a pot of green chrysanthemum wine. The old man was still fishing by the river. After seeing Ye Qingshan, he smiled and scolded: "Why have time to come today?"

It was still the willow tree, Ye Qingshan sat there, lazy: "Isn't this Double Ninth Festival? I'm alone. I know you have time, so I came to you to drink with me."

Ignoring Ye Qingshan's metaphor that his son would not celebrate the festival with him today. The old man looked at the half-human-high wine jar in Ye Qingshan's hand, and a curiosity flashed in his eyes: "What wine?"

After patting the wine jar with green glaze, a chuckled appeared on the corner of Ye Qingshan's mouth: "The green chrysanthemum wine in Zuihualou is a jar of three thousand fairy coins, and aged seven hundred years, which is older than the two of us combined."

The old man was stunned, swallowed his saliva, and sighed: "Damn! Money is such a good thing. I dare not even think of such expensive things, let alone drink them."

Looking at the old man with a look of emotion, Ye Qingshan rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Don't make a fuss, you have to drink it, not to mention the seven hundred years of aging, even if it is a thousand years of aging, the boss of Zuihualou will send it to you, and it doesn't cost a penny."

He laughed dryly, the old man rubbed his hands and rolled his eyes at Ye Qingshan: "It's different. You can't drink what you sent. If you drink, something will happen."

Ye Qingshan looked at the old man speechlessly: "You can drink mine? Believe it or not, I will be empty in your son's house tomorrow?"

The old man curled his lips and looked disbelief. Since August 15th, the relationship between the two has been much closer, and he will be harmless in daily life.

Looking at the jar of green chrysanthemum wine in Ye Qingshan's hand, a hint of joy appeared on the old man's face: "I'll catch a few big fish later. It's best to put wine in the moat in the north of the city."

Ye Qingshan looked at the old man with a suspicion: "Just you, are you sure you can catch a big fish?"

The old man likes to fish, but the old man has never fallen into any big fish. It’s not that the fishing level is not good, but that the old man’s strength is not enough.

This is a fish in the Gaowu world, with more than ten kilograms of fish, comparable to the big fish in Ye Qingshan's once 100 kilograms of fish. Even if this fish does not become a sperm, it is not easily captured by one or two big men.

Besides, there are big fish in the deep water. The old man can’t catch any big fish at most ten feet long in his hand.

In the face of Ye Qingshan's doubts, a confident smile appeared on the old man's face: "It's different today. There are a lot of fish biting hooks, and they are all big fish."

Looking at the old man's confident expression, Ye Qingshan hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded helplessly: "Okay, I'll sleep for a while, and call me when I catch a big fish."

Waving his hand at Ye Qingshan, the old man looked confident: "Okay, go and lie down."

Ye Qingshan lay down, behind him was an ancient willow that needed to be surrounded by seven or eight people. The slender willow branches and dark green willow leaves. The scattered sunlight shone on his face. The strong wind blew on his cheeks and brought a little coolness. Looking at the river surface that looked like a mirror,

I have to say that this feeling is really good.

Wait! Strong wind? Lake surface?

Ye Qingshan was stunned, and his deep eyes suddenly had a golden color. Under this gaze with immortal power, the river dozens of kilometers wide was instantly seen through by Ye Qingshan.

At this moment, Ye Qingshan finally understood why the old man was so sure that he would catch a big fish today!

At the bottom of this seemingly calm river, which is like a mirror, there is actually an undercurrent.

I don’t know how many species of fish all ran to the shore. More than ten kilograms, dozens of kilograms, or even hundreds of kilograms of fish were densely gathered on the bank of this river with a water depth of only seven meters.

In the deep waters of this wide river, there are fish demons with more than ten meters long and covered with black scales. Behind them are sharp bone spurs and sharp teeth. Each fish demon has at least the level of a demon king, and their number is more than ten thousand!

Ye Qingshan thought of a possibility in his heart. Looking at the unaware old man beside him, a decisive look flashed in his eyes: "I'm leaving."

The old man was stunned, looking puzzled: "Let's go? I haven't caught the fish yet."

Ye Qingshan looked at the fish demon at the bottom of the river deeply, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes: "It will be too late if you don't leave."

The old man looked at Ye Qingshan with a confused look on his face: "What does it mean?"

Ye Qingshan did not answer the old man because Ye Qingshan's face became a little ugly at this moment. In his sight, the undercurrents were surging under the river surface that looked like a mirror. Tens of thousands of fish demons seemed to sense something and looked at Ye Qingshan at the same time.

In an instant, a strong evil aura that suffocated normal people came to his face, and a cold light flashed through his deep eyes, and Ye Qingshan's face became a little gloomy: "It seems too late, the war is coming!"
Chapter completed!