Chapter 105 Call Me Fishman

"That guy really came to my place, but he probably saw that I was not here, so he slipped away through the window again." Yuan Ming picked up the paper and handed it to Chen Wan, saying.

"What should we do now? Do you know where it will go?" Chen Wan took a look and asked hurriedly.

"I have only been with it for a month and a half, and I can't say that I fully understand its habits. I can only try to help you find it." Yuan Ming sighed and said.

"Then I'll trouble you, Junior Brother Yuan." Chen Wan said gratefully.

"In this way, you go to the front mountain of Huo Lian Tang to look for it, and I will go to the back mountain. When I get to the woods, I will shout a few times. Maybe it will hear my voice and come back." Yuan Ming said after thinking for a while.

"Okay." Chen Wan said hurriedly.

After Chen Wan left, Yuan Ming did not rush to the back mountain, but came outside the house and searched around the windowsill.

Sure enough, after a while, he found the traces left by Huo Chan'er.

"After completing the first level of the Dark Moon Art, my insight is much stronger than before. This feeling is really good." Yuan Ming admired in his heart.

He immediately followed the trail of Huo Chan'er with the blessing of soul power and his experience in hunting fierce beasts, and searched all the way.

The little guy came out of his house, climbed up the ancient pine tree next to him, and then climbed over the wall and went to the back mountain.

Yuan Ming followed the trail and came to the bamboo forest where the three cave masters lived.

Just when he thought that the guy had returned home, he found that his trail suddenly changed, bypassing the courtyard of the three cave masters and going down the mountain along a path in the back mountain.

Yuan Ming followed it all the way until the foot of the mountain, but he couldn't see the guy, so he had to continue tracking.

Unknowingly, Yuan Ming followed its footprints to a valley.

As soon as he entered the valley, Yuan Ming smelled a strange fragrance. When he came to his senses, he found that a field ridge covering a large area appeared not far ahead.

From a distance, the fields were neatly divided and planted with plants of different colors.

The complex and strange fragrance came from that field.

Yuan Ming focused his eyes and saw at a glance that in a field with red plants in the middle, a bunch of plants were shaking violently, and a furry red tail was sticking up from the side.

Yuan Ming hurriedly took two steps at a time and rushed over there.

Sure enough, Huo Chan'er was digging the soil with his tail sticking up, digging something.

Yuan Ming was stunned, and when he looked around at the terrain, he suddenly realized that he was in the valley between the peaks of Huo Lian Tang and Lian Lu Tang, and the fields of different colors in front of him were probably the medicinal fields of an elder of Lian Lu Tang.

"You little foodie!"

Yuan Ming suddenly felt a headache, and hurriedly grabbed Huo Chan'er's tail and lifted him up.

However, Huo Chan'er struggled violently, holding on to the spiritual medicine on the ground and refusing to let go. When Yuan Ming pulled it up, the spiritual medicine was pulled out with the roots and mud.

Huo Chan'er was hung upside down in the air by his tail, and was about to get angry. When he saw that it was Yuan Ming, he immediately extinguished his anger and held the spiritual medicine in his hand to show it to Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming looked at the red color of the spiritual medicine root and the flame-like roots, and immediately recognized that it was a fire-attributed spiritual herb called "Huo Di Xu".

He wanted to snatch it from Huo Chan'er and bury it again.

As a result, the little guy got anxious and bit off a large piece, chewed it twice and swallowed it.

"You..." Yuan Ming was speechless and could only look around with a guilty conscience.

At this time, he noticed that there was a small pond on the other side of the medicinal field, and a stilt house made of wood and thatch was built next to it.

Next to the house, facing the pond, sat a man wearing a bamboo hat, fishing with a fishing rod.

"Oh no." Yuan Ming secretly said that it was not good, and was about to take Huo Chan'er away.

Unexpectedly, this guy had no awareness of being a thief. While chewing the whiskers of the firefly, he farted loudly with a "puff".

Yuan Ming wanted to cover its back door with one hand, but it was too late.

When he looked at the man by the pond, the man had already turned his head and looked over. The two looked at each other, which was really embarrassing.

At this time, Huo Chan'er seemed to realize that he had caused trouble, and broke free from Yuan Ming's hand and ran away.

Yuan Ming stood there, and he was in a dilemma.

"That little friend, come over and talk?" The man in the bamboo hat shouted from a distance.

Yuan Ming hesitated for a moment, but still walked over with a stiff upper lip.

When he got closer, he could see clearly that the man under the bamboo hat had white hair and beard, and looked to be in his 80s, but he was energetic and did not look old at all.

Yuan Ming was just trying to figure out how to explain.

Then he heard the old man say, "It's okay. This is not the first time that the fire marten has come. My master won't blame me."

"Master?" Yuan Ming asked in surprise.

"This medicinal field belongs to the elder of the Refining Furnace Hall. I have found a leisurely job here, planting and fishing, and I often run into that little guy." The old man smiled and stood up, took out a small wooden stool from the house, and placed it next to him.

Yuan Ming thought about it, then came to sit down next to the old man.

"What's your name, young friend?" the old man asked.

"I am Yuan Ming, a junior disciple of the Fire Refining Hall. I wonder what your name is?" Yuan Ming asked.

"I like fishing. They all call me Yuweng. You can call me that too." The old man said with a kind smile.

"Senior Yu Weng, I'm really sorry that Huo Gan'er has caused you trouble." Yuan Ming felt that this old man was very dignified, and he was probably the owner of the medicine field, not just an idle fisherman looking at the medicine field.

"It doesn't matter, it's boring for me to be here alone. It can help me relieve my boredom by coming here occasionally. Don't mention it, this little guy is very clever. Sometimes I haven't discovered the mature elixir, but it does. You can always find it." Yu Weng said with a smile.

Yuan Ming didn't know how to answer the question, so he could only smile awkwardly.

"Senior Yuweng has gained a lot today." He glanced at the fish basket at the old man's feet. There were seven or eight fish with colorful scales stacked together.

"This silver-scaled fish is a good thing, it's very filling. I'll stew it in a pot for you to try." The fish man said with a proud smile.

"Then I'm sorry." Yuan Ming was in the wrong, so he didn't refuse.

The fish man seemed to be a happy person. As he spoke, he stood up and brought out a red clay stove, placed a black iron pot on it, and added water.

I didn't see him doing anything with it. He just cleaned it and threw two plump silver-scaled colorful fish into the pot.

The fire started to rise, and the sound of "gurgling" soon sounded, and the milky white fish soup in the pot immediately began to roll.

A strong aroma penetrated Yuan Ming's nose.

"It smells so good..." He couldn't help but admire.

"The scales of this fish are very special. They will melt on their own after being boiled. The aroma is not from the fish meat, but from the fish scales. Try it and see..." The fish man said as he handed over a wooden spoon.

Yuan Ming was not polite, took a spoonful and drank it.

When he entered the mouth of the soft fish soup, the aroma immediately reached the sky, making him feel refreshed, as if the Lingtai had become clearer.

Something is wrong, something is wrong with this fish.

Yuan Ming raised his eyebrows and his eyes lit up.

"Young friend Yuan, you know the goods, can you taste the difference?" Yu Weng said with a smile.

"This fish soup contains spiritual power and can nourish the mind." Yuan Ming nodded immediately and said.

"Hey, fish elsewhere don't have this taste. It's because this medicine field has good water and soil, and various elixir seeds fall into the pond from time to time, that we can grow fish with such a wonderful taste." Yu Weng said.

"Juniors are ashamed to be treated like this by seniors," Yuan Ming said.

"Hey...we are destined to meet each other. I am an old man, and I have nothing to do here all day long. It would be great to have more people to talk to and chat with." Yu Weng waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Looking at your appearance, you don't look like someone from southern Xinjiang, but rather from the Central Plains. How did you end up in this Biluo Cave?" He asked again.

Yuan Ming's mind turned, and after thinking for a moment, he chose what he could tell about his experience as a furry beast slave, and briefly talked about it.

Yu Weng frowned when he heard this, and praised: "So, your experience has been extremely tortuous. Speaking of which, I also went to the Central Plains in my early years, and I don't want to think that so many years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Hearing this, Yuan Ming immediately became energetic.

"Senior has been to the Central Plains, what kind of place is it?" Yuan Ming asked quickly.

"The bustling and lively place is very different from Southern Xinjiang. Especially the women from the Central Plains are also different from Southern Xinjiang. Their bodies are as soft as if they have no bones, and their skin is as smooth as silk... Ahem, Alas, it’s hard to look back on the past..." Yu Weng coughed twice and stopped remembering those gauze curtains.

"People don't spend their youth in romance. My predecessors must have walked freely in the world of mortals... The Central Plains and Southern Xinjiang are thousands of miles apart, and there are hundreds of thousands of mountains in between. I want to go there, but I also suffered a lot. Right?" Yuan Ming asked.

In fact, what he wanted to know was how Yu Weng got to the Central Plains back then?

"It was different from now. There was a lot of trade between the Central Plains and Southern Xinjiang. I went with the caravan. Although there were many twists and turns along the way, it was not too hard with the cavalry leading the way and the mercenaries protecting me. "Yu Weng said.

"Is it gone now?" Yuan Ming asked.

"Alas, southern Xinjiang has been in turmoil for many years, and trade with the Central Plains has long ceased to exist. Nowadays, many mercenary organizations do not protect caravans, but rob caravans. If you want to go to the Central Plains, it is not so easy. It's easy." Yu Weng continued.

When Yuan Ming heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Yu Weng saw some clues and said with a smile: "Don't be too sad, little friend Yuan. You are a cultivator and you have your own cultivation. In the future, when you are successful in cultivation and you are safe, are you still worried about not being able to return to the Central Plains?" ?”

"Senior is joking. Life in the sect has been very good. Today I have to meet senior again. Why go back to the Central Plains? It's just that my memory is blurred and I am a little curious." Yuan Ming smiled and said.

"It's okay. If you want to hear about the Central Plains in the future, just come to me, and I'll stew fish for you to eat. But don't come empty-handed next time. It would be better if you bring some animal meat, wine, etc., haha..." Fish Weng Saran smiled.

Yuan Ming smiled and agreed, and both the guests and the host returned happily.

In the evening, when Yuan Ming returned to his residence, he found Huo Greedy'er squatting on his desk.

Seeing him entering the room, the little guy moved forward with some guilt and rubbed his head against Yuan Ming's pants, as if he was apologizing for abandoning him and running away today.

Yuan Ming picked it up with his toes, grabbed it by the back of the neck, as if carrying a child who had made a mistake, and sent it back to Chen Wan.