Fantasy: I, The Longevity Body, Have Survived Ten Generations Of Geniuses

"Thank you for your encouragement, senior. I will definitely continue to work hard!"

Qin Shao looked at Ye Fan's back and shouted.

"This stupid little guy!"

Ye Fan shook his head, couldn't help but stop, turned around and said, "Don't you know how to use your brain? Don't you know how to do what you want?"

"Senior, what you mean is..."

Qin Shao was slightly startled, and then his eyes gradually brightened.

What is Bai Chao's favorite thing?

Of course it’s wine!

"Thank you, senior, for your guidance. I understand, junior!"

Qin Shao finally understood the meaning of Ye Fan's words. He happily bowed his hands to Ye Fan and turned around to go.

"Fortunately, I'm not stupid!" Ye Fan smiled, turned and left.

Outside Hongye City, there are sparsely populated villages, and a few villages have appeared in the open wilderness.

Ye Fan wandered outside the city for a long time and unknowingly came to the edge of a small river.

This river is called "Wuzhi River". The river is extremely narrow, but it is said to be very long and flows through several cities.

There are mortals fishing by the river, and it looks like they are getting a lot of money.

Among these mortals, an old man wearing loose clothes caught his attention.

"This person doesn't look like a mortal, but he doesn't seem to have any fluctuations in spiritual power. It's really strange.

Ye Fan felt strange and inevitably looked at the old man a few more times.

"Straight hook?"

Soon, he discovered that the fishhook used by the old man was actually a straight hook without any bait.

If you are a cultivator, it is not difficult to catch a few fish in this way.

But you have to use mana anyway.

But the old man sat motionless, with no spiritual power fluctuations in his body at all.

Even if this person is a cultivator, it is obvious that he is not using spiritual power at this time.

“It’s amazing that you can catch fish like this!”

Ye Fan frowned, feeling a little strange. If it were him, he wouldn't be able to catch fish in this way.

However, after observing for a long time, he suddenly discovered that the old man could really catch fish.

"What a brilliant technique! Is this a Martial Artist or a cultivator?"

After observation, Ye Fan discovered that the old man's control of power had reached the point of perfection, which was why he was able to catch fish.

If the old man is a swordsman, he must be a shocking and peerless swordsman.

If he is a Martial Artist, he is also an incredible martial arts Grandmaster.

"Let me try!"

Ye Fan became competitive and wanted to try to see if he could catch fish using the old man's method.

He spent a few taels of silver to buy a fishing rod from a mortal angler, followed the old man's example, found ten good spots to sit down and started fishing.

"This won't work!"

By evening, Ye Fan had been sitting all day and had gained nothing.

However, the fish basket next to the old man was almost full at this time.

It started to get dark gradually.

All the mortal fishermen by the river had already left. At this time, only Ye Fan and the old man were left by the Wuzhi River.

Ye Fan plans to ask for advice.

So, he quietly came to the old man's side, cupped his hands and said, "Old man, can I ask if you have any secrets to your fishing method?"

"The secret?"

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Three days passed and Ye Fan found nothing.

Half a month later, he was still empty-handed.

At this time, his fishhook suddenly shook. Ye Fan quickly concentrated his mind, stopped thinking about anything else, and focused all his attention on the fishhook.

"It turns out that this old man is giving me advice!"

"Haha, old man, I finally caught a fish with a straight hook."

Ye Fan originally planned to leave, but suddenly something happened in his heart, and he nodded unexpectedly and stayed.

Ye Fan looked extremely happy, as if he had picked up 10,000 Supreme Grade spiritual stones.

"Three months...I don't have the time...forget it, then I'll give it a try!"

Another month passed, and Ye Fan's heart suddenly calmed down.

Ye Fan somewhat understood.

"Is that so?" Ye Fan frowned slightly, feeling unreliable.

"This old man must not be an ordinary person!"

The old man waited for him here on purpose.

"Young man, don't be so impatient. Everything has its meaning! If you don't believe it, you will definitely benefit a lot from staying here for three months."

"Young man, don't you believe it?" The old man smiled slightly.

He felt intoxicated by a sense of trance, without fighting against the world and with his mind as calm as water.

Soon, he finally caught a delicious and tender grass carp.

"My heart is as calm as water! I should be almost in this state now!"

Ye Fan shook his head. His time was very precious and he didn't want to waste it like this.

The old man turned half of his body, but he was an ordinary-looking old man, about sixty years old.

"Chai Yu, the guardian of the Bronze Palace, has met the master of the palace!"

"It's done!"

How proficient do you need to be able to fish with a straight hook?

The old man gave Ye Fan a meaningful look.

"Bronze Hall?" Ye Fan was startled and then understood.

The old man secretly cheered, and his opinion of Ye Fan improved a lot.

The old man nodded and smiled, stood up and saluted Ye Fan.

"There is no secret, just familiarity!"

"Well, it's good to finally make some progress!"

Could it be that this man has spent his whole life fishing?

Ye Fan was thoughtful, and he really endured and started fishing with a straight hook by the river.

Two months passed by and Ye Fan had been fishing on the river for sixty days, but he didn't catch a single fish.

He was really a little discouraged, but when he turned around and saw the old man still sitting there patiently, Ye Fan couldn't help but feel competitive and continued to persevere calmly. 450 "Not bad [he's a good boy!"

"Hey, it's not that I don't believe it, it's just a waste of time. I don't have so much free time to waste.