"Master Nephew, don't worry about me. As I said before, please don't take it to heart."

"Uncle Master had too much wine today and came here to talk nonsense."

"Ashamed, ashamed, let's go."

As he spoke, he still covered his face with his hair and drove away in embarrassment on the dense cloud of incense.

But it was also at this moment that a complex narrative burst out of Tao Qian's mind, and was being sorted out by his strange soul.

Tao Qian's eyes were dazed for a moment, and then he saw a scene that shocked his whole body.

The Taoist Taoist who was standing on the cloud of incense suddenly changed his appearance in Tao Qian's eyes.

It was clearly a fish, a giant fish with colorful colors supported by the smelly clouds.

His whole body was rotten, and the wounds were replenished with granulation, which gave rise to a bloody mouth that was constantly opening and closing, secreting foul-smelling saliva. As he swam forward, he kept making painful and plaintive screams.

Voice…….

Although this horrifying scene disappeared in a flash.

But at this moment, Tao Qian's memory, which had seemed so long ago, suddenly revived.

Thinking back to the previous conversation between the two, a cultivation technique that Tao Qian had almost forgotten emerged.

"Fairy Fish Technique!"

"Li Changle, the meat-and-potato Taoist, has he also practiced the Immortal Fish Technique?"
Chapter completed!