Survival skills maxed out, I feed my wife and daughter by catching fish and shrimp

Senior Brother Wang nodded and immediately took out several formation plates from his sleeve.

Then he arranged them on the ground in a strange way, and then he tapped his fingers on several array plates in succession, and the array plates immediately shone brightly.

hum!

The ground in front of them suddenly cracked open, a gap more than a person's width wide. Along with the sound of rushing water, a clear spring gushed out from the crack, quickly converging into a clear stream.

"The sorcerer from Difei Mountain has truly miraculous abilities."

Chen Changfan sighed secretly on the tree, wondering if he could find a way to get this formation plate, so that it would be much easier for Ding Yurong and the others to grow vegetables.

As a time traveler from a country that loves food, the first thing Chen Changfan thought of at this time was farming. The farming mentality was really deeply engraved in his genes.

However, according to his understanding of warlocks, energy will not suddenly disappear or transfer, it is just converted from one form to another.

This array plate can actually create cracks out of thin air and cause water to gush out. The spiritual power consumed must be quite a lot.

As for the three disciples from Difei Mountain, after the stream was filled with clear water, Senior Brother Wang, who was in the lead, glanced at the fellow disciple next to him and said, "It's your turn to jump in now. Remember to shout loudly. If He doesn't hear you, you can't blame anyone else if you drown."

Chen Changfan was completely confused by this conversation. Just as he was surprised, he saw a flicker of struggle on the disciple's face. Then he made up his mind, pinched his nose, and jumped into the river with a splash.

This scene made Chen Changfan even more confused.

What kind of abstraction are these three playing?

"Help, help!"

The disciple from Difei Mountain seemed to really not be able to swim. He struggled hard in the river for a few times, but his body sank involuntarily. He shouted a few times and choked on water several times, and his head was already submerged in the water.

Seeing that the disciple was about to drown, the two disciples of Difei Mountain on the shore remained indifferent. Instead of showing any worry, they looked into the river with an expectant look, as if they were waiting for something.

Chen Changfan's brows gradually furrowed. This looked a bit like some extremely evil sacrificial ritual, with an indescribable weird feeling. When he was puzzled, he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance, and then saw a large number of bubbles beginning to emerge from the surface of the stream, as if the river water suddenly boiled.

"It's coming, it's really coming." The two disciples on the shore showed joy on their faces, and then they saw the water surface suddenly swell up slowly like a balloon. After forming an arc, the "water ball" exploded and turned into streams of water splashing down, revealing two figures in it. A white sika deer more than one meter tall was standing on the water so prettyly.

Its fur is like brocade, with a soft luster, its hooves are slender, and its antlers are majestic.

Its eyes sparkled with human wisdom, its slender neck was elegant and proud, and there was a bright mark between its eyebrows, the color of which seemed to be changing all the time.

This deer is truly extraordinary and looks like a fine work of art.

Although Chen Changfan had never seen the legendary Nine-Colored Deer, his first impression was that this seemed to be the real Nine-Colored Deer.

"As expected of a divine beast, this is truly extraordinary."

The two disciples of Difei Mountain on the shore also showed joy. When they saw the Nine-Colored Deer appear, carrying the disciple who had fallen into the water on its back, they knew that the Nine-Colored Deer had been successfully summoned. They immediately knelt down and kowtowed, chanting in unison, "Thank you, Deer Immortal, for saving my junior brother. We are so grateful. I never thought that my junior brother would fall into the water and be rescued by you. He is truly blessed."

Chen Changfan twitched the corner of his mouth.

Did ancient people also commit fraud?

These two guys are really good at acting. It was clearly a planned fall into the water, but now it seems like an accidental fall.

"So this person is your junior fellow apprentice. I'll leave him to you then."

The Nine-Colored Deer seemed to understand what the two were saying, and immediately raised its eyes to look at the clothes of the three people. Seeing that the clothes seemed to be really the same, it stepped out from the waves, stood gracefully on the ground with all four hooves, and put down the disciple on its back.

In a tree not far away, Qin Chang was already grinning with surprise.

He had never seen a sorcerer cast a spell, nor had he seen the legendary Nine-Colored Deer. Now the Nine-Colored Deer could even speak, which really surprised him.

I have to say that the voice of the Nine-Colored Deer is very pleasant, like a gentle and kind woman, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

"Junior brother, wake up, wake up!"

The two disciples stepped forward and shook their junior brother, but the latter was unable to wake up. Sadness immediately appeared on their faces.

The senior brother surnamed Wang turned around and kowtowed to the Nine-Colored Deer, "Deer Immortal, please be merciful and save my junior brother. He seems... seems to be dying."

The Nine-Colored Deer was about to move its four hooves back into the water, but upon hearing what the disciple surnamed Wang said, it immediately turned around. Its bright eyes showed a thoughtful expression, and then it sighed, "Never mind. I'll give you a few drops of blood. Perhaps it can save his life."

As he spoke, the mark between the Nine-Colored Deer's eyebrows suddenly changed. Seven colors flashed one after another, and then condensed into seven drops of pure red blood like glass, which floated quietly in the air.

The disciple surnamed Wang couldn't help but show joy on his face, but after seeing the amount of deer blood, his expression changed slightly, "Deer Immortal, my junior brother is dying. I'm afraid these few drops of deer blood are not enough."

A trace of barely perceptible disgust flashed across Jiuselu's eyes, and then he sighed again, "Well, I'll give you two more drops. Life and death are determined by fate, so don't force it."

After saying that, the mark on the Nine-Colored Deer's forehead flashed black and white, and two drops of crystal deer blood condensed out. Disciple Wang took out the jade bottle that he had prepared long ago and put it away. A hint of cruelty immediately appeared on his face.

He looked at the figure of the Nine-Colored Deer, and the greed in his eyes was hard to conceal.

The Nine-Colored Deer seemed quite disappointed with the three people. It didn't even want to say a word. It turned around and walked towards the stream. Just when it was about to step into the water to return, the disciple surnamed Wang suddenly made a hand gesture, and the river water quickly dried up as if it was quickly drained by some force, and then the cracks in the ground quickly closed.

All these changes happened in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the stream completely disappeared and returned to its previous bare ground.

"Brother Wang, what are you doing? Without the river, the Nine-Colored Deer can't return. Don't you know that?"

The disciple next to the disciple surnamed Wang had a look of astonishment on his face, and it was obvious that he did not expect that the disciple surnamed Wang would suddenly do this.