I was hiding in the village and became the Grandmaster of all things!

"Come to my house on time at six o'clock tomorrow morning, and I will teach you the cultivation method." Since I have accepted him as my disciple, I must teach him well.

"Yes, Master, I will definitely come on time tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zixin's eyes flashed with unprecedented determination and excitement. He bowed deeply, and there was a slight tremor in his voice, which was a manifestation of his supreme respect for his master.

"Well! Go ahead! Go to the school first and finish your homework for today. Remember, although you will learn martial arts with me in the future, you must not neglect the way of learning." Lin Qingzhi said to Chen Zixin.

"Yes, Master, disciple understands."

Chen Zixin bowed again, this time with an indescribable steel and determination in his back. He turned, his steps brisk and powerful, striding towards the academy.

The sunlight gradually spread across the earth, shining on his young and energetic body, as if covering him with a layer of golden armor.

Looking at the jumping figure, Lin Qingzhi was also very pleased.

After Chen Zixin's figure gradually went away until it disappeared at the end of his sight, Lin Qingzhi slowly turned around and deftly took out a set of homemade fishing equipment from the seemingly ordinary but mysterious ring on his finger.

This set of equipment is not only extremely exquisite, but every fishing line and every fish hook reveals the craftsman's hard work and wisdom. It was specially made by Lin Qingzhi himself.

He tiptoed to a huge rock that he had cut and leveled with his own hands, and sat down steadily, like a wise man about to have a conversation with a river.

The river breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness and freedom. Lin Qingzhi gently threw the fishing line into the sparkling Luojiang River. At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

Soon, with a slight ripple on the water, the first big fish was successfully pulled ashore. Its scales sparkled silver, dazzling in the sun.

Immediately afterwards, the second big fish was not to be outdone and was caught by Lin Qingzhi with the same skillful technique.

Looking at these two trophies, Lin Qingzhi smiled faintly, secretly feeling relieved: "I shouldn't need the Air Force today."

Lin Qingzhi never uses his own strength or treasures when fishing, so he comes up empty-handed many times.

at this time.

A familiar figure suddenly came into his sight. The crazy old Taoist priest appeared on the bank of Luojiang River again.

The old Taoist priest was wearing a tattered Taoist robe and had messy hair, but there was an elusive light flashing in his eyes, as if he could see through everything in the world.

Although Xiao Yaoer has left Linjiang Village, the old Taoist priest seems to have become a fixed landscape of Luojiang. He wanders by the river every day, sometimes muttering to himself, sometimes gazing into the distance, as if looking for something, or expecting some secrets of this land.

Every time Lin Qingzhi came to fish, the old Taoist priest would appear and take a fish from Lin Qingzhi's bucket to roast. However, he would never eat it after roasting it. He would sit under the big tree and look at the entrance of Linjiang Village.

Ever since Xiao Yaoer had eaten the fish grilled for her by the crazy Taoist priest several times, the old Taoist priest would take out a fish and grill it every time, then sit under a tree waiting for Xiao Yaoer to appear.

However, although the crazy Taoist's cloudy and complex eyes were full of expectations, Xiao Yaoer never showed up as promised.

Every time, when the sunset completely sank into the horizon and night fell quietly, he could only pack up the grill silently with a trace of loneliness, hiding the unfinished love deep in his heart.

I watched the crazy Taoist fish out a big fish from his bucket and then roast it under a tree.

Just as the crazy Taoist priest was concentrating on making a fire and roasting fish, Lin Qingzhi's figure disappeared silently in an instant like a phantom.

Immediately afterwards, a jaw-dropping scene took place. Lin Qingzhi's fingers seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and gently tapped the crazy Taoist's eyebrows.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, all the sounds around stopped abruptly, and even the grilled fish that was about to jump out of the flames seemed to be frozen in mid-air.

The next moment, the air seemed to freeze, and time lost its meaning of flow. The two figures were like being imprisoned by invisible shackles, and they stood there in a daze.

The Mad Taoist's eyes, which usually flashed with complex emotions, became unusually dull at this moment, losing their former agility and depth, like two dried-up springs, without any ripples.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, there was a chaos like fog, boundless and endless, as if it was the chaos before the creation of the universe, or the endless darkness under the abyss.

Hidden in this chaos are countless unknown secrets and pasts, which is a true portrayal of the inner world of the crazy Taoist.

At this moment, Lin Qingzhi's figure, like a ray of light that traveled through time and space, appeared silently in this chaos.

His arrival did not seem to cause any waves, but in this silent world of consciousness, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up layers of invisible ripples.

In the gray sea of ​​consciousness, fragments of memory are like kites with broken strings, floating in the wind, and each piece carries every bit of the crazy Taoist's past.

These fragments are of different sizes and shapes. Some sparkle with dazzling light, recording joy and happiness; others are dim, wrapped in sadness and pain.

They wander aimlessly in this chaos, waiting for an opportunity to be awakened again.

Lin Qingzhi's gaze shuttled through these fragments of memory, and finally fixed on a fragment that slowly floated past him.

The surface of this fragment is covered with a faint layer of sadness, as if carrying a past that does not want to be mentioned.

As Lin Qingzhi's consciousness touched it, the fragments gently cracked, and a strong torrent of emotions surged out of it, turning into vivid pictures that appeared before his eyes.

The picture shows a thrilling battle, with flames everywhere and swords flashing and sabers flying. Every frame reveals despair and tragedy.

On the battlefield, the mad Taoist fought alone, surrounded by powerful enemies, but he still stood up straight and defended the beliefs in his heart to the death.

That scene, that tragic scene, even someone like Lin Qingzhi, who had seen countless hardships, couldn't help but be stunned, and an indescribable shock and sympathy surged in his heart.

This should be the memory that this crazy Taoist priest is most reluctant to touch and most wants to forget in his heart!

Those unforgettable pains and irreparable losses turned into the heaviest burden in this chaotic sea of ​​consciousness, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

It is these memories that have driven this Taoist crazy until now.

Passing through those memory fragments, Lin Qingzhi's figure continued to walk towards the deepest part of the Mad Taoist's sea of ​​consciousness.