Chapter 65 Deep Lake Adventure

The quarrel in the house continued. After a while, the girl ran out covering her mouth and crying.

"Stop!" the middle-aged man roared.

But to no avail, the girl escaped from the courtyard.

Mu Hanchan stood awkwardly in the courtyard.

"Little brother, you should go to bed early."

The middle-aged man seemed to be in a very affected mood and said. After that, he wanted to go back to the house again.

"Wait a minute." Mu Hanchan said.

"What's wrong?"

The middle-aged man lowered his face and asked with some displeasure.

"Can I ask, what's going on with this black fish?" Mu Hanchan asked.

The weaver girl said: "The young master I serve has a path to immortality. He will definitely like you."

"What's good about people of the same age? People of the same age have no money. If I marry, will I suffer the same?"

Or maybe something here guided the Wanling Stone.

"Did your body explode when you fished it out, or after you fished it out?"

"This may be a spiritual fish..." Mu Hanchan said.

The weaving girl was silent for a moment and said: "Yes, there is, but there is a price to pay."

"What?"

"How do I know what's going on? It burst not long after I put it in, and in the end I couldn't even sell it."

"ah!"

"Oh...Is that so?"

"Then how can I get someone to test it for me?" the girl asked.

All in all, you have to take the normal route of joining the sect, and the immortal examination is very strict. It’s not just a fundamental examination.”

A girl squatted next to the spinning machine, pulled the sleeve of the girl sitting on the spinning machine and weaved, and urged.

The lens has no frame, and the surface is yellowed and scratched.

"What type? When it comes to type, it means that he is not beautiful enough, or he is not sexy enough. This young master is not the case. He does not like lolita or Yujie. He likes everything that is beautiful."

"Why haven't you come back yet?" The middle-aged man paced back and forth in the yard anxiously.

Then he asked: "After all, do you have any solution?"

The weaver girl said: "One tael of silver."

The middle-aged man poked the fish behind with chopsticks, as if he had discovered something, but the feeling was not obvious enough. He quickly pulled out a rusty iron nail and poked it diagonally with the nail head that looked sharp but was actually blunt.

Next to the fishing lake.

Mu Hanchan said: "There is a teacher in the family who was a fisherman for half his life in his early years. His footprints are all over streams, rivers, lakes and seas. I studied fish with him."

Just when he decided to go out and look for it, the door opened with a creak.

"this…"

Mu Hanchan remained silent and did not continue to explain.

"Ah...?" the girl said in surprise.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

"..." The girl was silent for a moment, as if she had thought of something, but she still struggled and said, "I can work for others."

My daughter is back.

"Oh, please stop knitting first and tell me how to do a spiritual root test. I really can't stay in this house any longer."

The weaver girl said: "Oh, to cultivate immortality, you don't just have to have spiritual roots. You still need to have a path and no one recommends you. Even if you have spiritual roots, who will accept you?"

"What should we do?" the girl asked.

The girl said: "I just don't want to anyway. You don't have spiritual roots, so you are trying to find ways to make money. I probably have spiritual roots, so why should I settle for being ordinary?"

Good spiritual roots will be collected, but people will be suspicious of you, fearing that you are not clean or have problems with your ancestors. People will look down on inferior spiritual roots at all.

The girl was unwilling to give in and asked again: "Is there any other way?"

The middle-aged man paced around the room happily. It seemed that he was not as decadent as he appeared.

What? One tael of silver? That's one thousand pence.

"Then you have to think carefully, if you ask others to help, you have to give something. Most relationships and interactions in this world are essentially exchanges of interests." said the weaver girl.

"But even if you are not the same age as you, you still have no money. In this world, there are very few successful people after all. There are far fewer rich men than beautiful girls."

Mu Hanchan stood beside the fishing lake. He had been standing by the lake for a long time.

After a while, the middle-aged man looked at the moonlight and probably thought: "It's already the second watch, no, I'll go find Qian'er later."

The powerful protection formed by the Wanling Stone prevented him from suffering much damage when he fell into the lake, and the closer he got to the lake, the slower and slower his descent felt.

The yellow light represents the third level of spiritual power.

"He and I can both fall in love with you. You are one or two points prettier than me. How could he fall in love with you?"

"In that case, these spiritual fish can be sold at a good price...it's just a pity that they are dead."

"Maybe you don't like the same type?"

The All Souls Stone in his hand sparkled with a yellow shimmer, as if there was some treasure in the lake.

"Hey, tell me quickly." The girl next to her seemed like she couldn't wait any longer.

"Are there many such fish?" Mu Hanchan asked.

"Do you think you, a beautiful girl like a flower, can give others nothing if you don't have money?" the weaver girl asked.

"What price?"

After hearing this, Mu Hanchan finally confirmed his judgment. At the same time, an idea also appeared in his mind.

"How do you know he can like me?"

After hearing this, the girl immediately thought of the picture and almost vomited it out.

After that, I continued knitting. After a while, I took up the thread, got off the machine, and stretched my body.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Just treat it as if you were inspecting the fishing lake and something happened under the strange weather..." The middle-aged man knew what was going on and didn't ask any more questions.

The weaver girl said: "Anyway, I have already taken the test. I have no spiritual roots, so I can only be a mortal in this life. As a mortal, the most important thing is to make money. It is the same for men and women."

The middle-aged man said quickly, lifted the water cage into the main room, and placed it on the square table next to the candlelight.

"I can only say it's not small, but I can't guarantee it."

"By the way, he is a fat boy. He lives at home and weighs three to four hundred kilograms." said the weaver girl.

"Really? Let me take a look with a magnifying glass."

Fishing village, one family.

It was a quiet night, but three things happened at the same time.

Then the middle-aged man went back to the back room first.

"After I fished it out very quickly, I just thought it was strange and didn't care about it."

"It turns out that little brother is from a big family, so how did you end up in this lake?..."

"Aren't you worried about your daughter going out at night?" Mu Hanchan asked.

"Not many, I only caught a few fish, and no one else caught them."

"Because they dislike it for being small, and because it's already dead... I refused to accept it."

"Then there's nothing we can do. You'd better go home honestly. Your father will be worried about you later."

He even felt that it was because there was something in this lake that he was guided by the Wanling Stone to fall here.

But if it falls on land, it's hard to say.

"If you haven't come back at midnight, I'll go look for him."

Then he went to the box in the inner room and took out an old concave-convex two-inch lens.

The girl said: "How can I have so much? Our family doesn't even have a few pennies."

It seemed that he was hiding it and didn't want to say it, but he seemed to be waiting for the girl to ask this question.

"What do you want to exchange?" the girl asked.

There was actually a bit more respect in his words.
To be continued...