mortal mortal cultivator

Chapter 280 Fishing
In terms of character, Lu Yunze is actually not bad.At least in this world of cultivating immortals, where the per capita lawlessness and madness, Lu Yunze's character can definitely beat other people by a large margin.

But character belongs to character, quality belongs to quality.No one stipulates that a person with a good character must have a good quality.

Among other things, Lu Yunze's lineage, from the generation of his master Qiong Wuji, was notoriously lacking in quality, and it was even more outrageous in his generation.

When he arrived in Luan Xinghai at the beginning of the year, the first thing he did was hang out with a group of sea sailors. By the way, he learned all kinds of civilized and polite expressions in Luan Xinghai to greet other people's female immediate family members.

It can be said that in this respect, Lu Yunze's attainments are definitely at the master level, no less than his art of refining weapons.

As for the vast majority of immortal cultivators other than him, regardless of their character, they are all educated and qualified people, and they can even show a standard eight-toothed smile when stabbing people. People are like spring breeze, and they can die more comfortably.

Therefore, in the world of cultivating immortals, most people still can't do such things as opening their mouths to scold their mothers.

So when Lu Yunze greeted Gao Tang in the opponent's home, the short and fat old man on the opposite side was stunned.

Forgive him for years of wandering across the Xinghai, but he has never met such a low-quality thing, and he didn't know how to respond to the other party for a while.

Lu Yunze rolled his eyes directly, without the slightest sign of guilt for his actions and words.

"I'm talking about you! Still watching! Look at your mother's mourning hall!"

At this moment, the short and fat old man finally came back to his senses, his complexion turned ashen in an instant, the things he wanted to say and do were thrown out of the blue in an instant, his whole body surged with aura, and an ancient bronze sword slipped from his sleeve Sliding out, faintly exuding sharp sword energy.

"Heh!" Lu Yunze saw that he was about to make a move, immediately sneered, turned around and put his arms around Ling Yuling's shoulders, and the two disappeared in an instant.

"Junior!" The short and fat old man roared, and his powerful spiritual consciousness swept across the entire hall in an instant.

However, under the induction of his spiritual sense, the hall was empty, without any aura.

The chunky old man still didn't give up, he covered the range of nearly a hundred miles with his spiritual consciousness, and patrolled back and forth.

However, he still found nothing, the short and fat old man flushed with anger, let out a loud roar, turned into a thick ray of light and soared into the sky, quickly disappeared into the sky, and went to nowhere.

In Tianxing City Fang City, Lu Yunze and Ling Yuling walked side by side, looking extremely leisurely.

Ling Yuling on the side hesitated for a moment, and pressed the center of his eyebrows helplessly.

"Brother Lu, that man is the real elder of Xinggong. If you offend him like this, something will happen."

"Accidents happen. It's better to be stolen by thieves than to be missed by thieves." Lu Yunze shrugged indifferently.

"It's Zhao Yichuan first, next time it might be Bi Ruxi, or even Ni. There is such a thing lurking in the dark, God knows what he will do in the future, why not give him a push and let me play with him Play."

Lu Yunze rubbed his chin and smiled.

"I'm looking forward to it. I basically killed all his men. I want to see what else he can do now?"

Ling Yuling shook his head, and said in a heavy tone: "Brother Lu, even if you put aside your identity as the elder of Xinggong, he is still a monk in the early stage of Yuanying, so don't be shy."

"Oh! Nascent Soul Early Stage... If he wasn't the Elder Xinggong, I would have dissected his Nascent Soul by now." Lu Yunze spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Because of this identity, I can only do this, otherwise why would it be so troublesome?"

Lu Yunze stretched out his hand and patted Ling Yuling's shoulder.

"Don't worry, he can't deal with me, but you should be more careful. Although I feel that after being scolded by me like this, if he is still a bit bloody, he should concentrate on dealing with me, but this kind of thing is hard to tell , if he is really cowardly to a certain level, then I have nothing to do with him."

Ling Yuling nodded heavily, and walked towards Baiyulou alone.

Just a few steps away, Ling Yuling suddenly turned around again, and said with a smile to Lu Yunze: "Brother Lu, if something cannot be done, then come to Baiyu Tower, no matter how courageous he is, he will not dare to play wild here."

Lu Yunze grinned and waved at him.

"When you say that, I have more confidence in my heart, thank you."

Without hesitation, Lu Yunze turned into a streak of five-color light, which soared into the sky.

Ling Yuling looked at his back with complicated eyes. After a while, Ling Yuling suddenly gritted his teeth, turned his head and left.

Only this time, he didn't enter the Baiyu Tower, but walked straight to the holy mountain.

……

Seven days later, beside the fishing port of Skystar City.

A dark-skinned old man was sitting by the sea, holding a surprisingly long fishing rod, sitting firmly on the shore, enjoying the sea breeze blowing in front of his face and the warm sunlight around him, a faint smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he heard a familiar polite expression in his ears, and the corners of his mouth immediately raised more obviously, and even the fishing rod in his hand was several kilograms lighter.

"What's the matter? It's been several days, and none of them have been caught?" The old man narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile.

The young man who was also holding a fishing rod not far away curled his lips, "I suspect that there are no fish in this wretched place, otherwise there is no way to explain it."

The moment the young man finished speaking, the fishing rod in the old man's hand suddenly sank, and then he pulled it up a few times. He smiled and put a big fish weighing at least five catties into the fish basket, and did not forget to give it to the fishing rod. The young man gave a smug look.

"...I think it might be a problem with the fishing rod. I'll change it to a better one next time."

The old man smiled while holding his simple fishing rod, waved his hand, and threw the fishing rod back into the sea.

"Cut!" The young man glared fiercely at the calm sea, then sat back stubbornly.

"I really don't believe it. It's been several days, and I can't even catch a single fish."

The old man chuckled, "Young man, fishing is a matter of patience, you can't..."

While the old man was talking, the young man on the opposite side suddenly raised his hand and interrupted him.

He raised his head, and the straw hat on his head showed a golden texture under the sunlight. For a moment, the old man couldn't see clearly what kind of eyes were under the straw hat.

"Old Zhou, isn't your grandson's birthday today? You caught such a big fish, why don't you hurry home and talk to your grandson?" The young man said with a smile while holding down his straw hat.

The old man blinked and looked at him curiously.

After a while, the old man suddenly grinned.

"You're right, I should go home too... What about you? Are you still fishing?"

The young man didn't answer.

The old man nodded in understanding, picked up the fishing rod next to him with his stooped body, and carried a fishing rod like a big gun on his shoulder, and hurried home.

At the same time, more than a dozen figures blocked the sun's rays, like dark clouds with strange shapes, blocking the entire sky tightly.

The young man pressed his straw hat and smacked his lips in dissatisfaction.

"After fishing for so many days, it turned out that a group of small fish and shrimps were all hooked. It's really disappointing."

In the sky, more than a dozen alchemy cultivators wearing auras stood in the air, staring nervously at this young man dressed as a fisherman.

The leader is a burly man in the late stage of alchemy, with a small blue mirror with an aura in his hand, staring at him intently.

"verb: move……"

(End of this chapter)