Chapter 1030 Master Chasing the Moon (3)

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Yang Zimei drove the old grandmother to the riverside in the eastern suburbs.

"Grandma, what do you have to say here?"

Yang Zimei asked suspiciously.

"Where's the star diamond? Is it still on you?"

"Um."

Yang Zimei took out the star diamond from the storage ring and handed it to her, "Does the grandma want to take it back?"

The grandmother shook her head, motioning her to take the star drill.

Yang Zimei hid and looked at the old grandmother in confusion.

"You must put this star diamond away, and you can't give it to that servant."

The grandmother said with a solemn expression.

"Um."

Yang Zimei nodded.

"Come on, let's go meet someone!"

The old grandmother took her hand and walked to the side of an old man who was fishing with his bamboo hat lowered by the river.

"She is coming!"

The grandmother said to the old man.

"Um!"

The old man responded, picked up the fishing rod in his hand, and a fish the size of a palm was hooked and jumped alive in the hook.

The old man seemed dissatisfied that the fish was too small, so he threw the fish back into the river.

"Show me a fish to see."

The old man didn't raise his face, but threw the fishing rod to Yang Zimei.

Yang Zimei took it over in confusion, but sat down obediently, lifted the stone next to it, found an earthworm from it, and put it into the hook.

She is no stranger to fishing. In the last life, she had fished a lot in order to try it out.

However, at that time, she did not have such an advanced fishing rod. She just used a bamboo rod, tied a thin rope, attached a fish hook, stringed earthworms, and started fishing.

Yang Zimei threw the fish hook into the water, then tilted her head to see the old man clearly.

It's just that his face has been hidden by the big hat, so he can't see it clearly.

So she simply opened her eyes to see him.

The result was still the same as the old grandmother, who could not see any information, but could only see chaos.

This was what she expected, so she wasn't surprised.

"Concentrate!"

The old man saw that she was peeking at him, and said sharply.

Yang Zimei had no choice but to sit down and concentrate on fishing.

Maybe she was lucky. After a while, the hook started to move, and she felt that she was pulling with a heavier strength, so she hurriedly pulled it.

A big fish about thirty centimeters long struggled painfully on the hook...

Yang Zimei pulled it over, unhooked it, and threw it back into the water.

"Why throw it away?"

the old man asked.

"I don't want to kill."

Yang Zimei returned the fishing rod to him, "It's not fun to watch the fish dying on the hook, and I will never fish again."

"Hehe, he's quite compassionate. It seems that Yuqing's old Taoist has accepted a disciple who is as hypocritical as him."

After the old man finished speaking, he took off the hat from his head.

Seeing the face in front of him, Yang Zimei was startled and called out tentatively, "Teacher Guan Feng?"

"Ha ha--"

Guan Feng smiled brightly, "I didn't expect that you would recognize me, yes, I am Guan Feng."

Yang Zimei thought of Long Chaiyue, who was struggling to find her master.

"Mr. Guan, Long Zhuiyue is your apprentice, right? She's looking for you everywhere."

Yang Zimei couldn't help but said.

"Look for her."

Guan Feng said indifferently, "That girl used to be too dependent on me, let her mess around at will, and you don't tell her my news."

"All right."

Although Yang Zimei sympathized with Long Chayue, she had to agree.

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