The strongest bear system in history

Chapter 696

Since the last Mid-Autumn Festival and the old fishing man had a meal, the relationship between the two has also increased a lot, and gradually can be called a year-end friendship, as for who is older?

This is really hard to say. In terms of age, Ye Qingshan is naturally big. Not counting the time in the low-latitude world before, it is said that the time when he came to Luzhou in Beiju, Ye Qingshan is more than 300 years old.

The old man fishing is just an ordinary human being. Even if he is nourished by various supplements, he will not survive the life.(Yijiazi for sixty years)

But from the looks of it, Ye Qingshan, who is at least 300 years old, looks like eighteen or ninety-nine, with red lips and white teeth, and his skin is tender as if he can pinch water out, making him look like a popular niche.

And the old fishing man who is less than a hundred years old, at this moment, his face is full of years and frost, and he looks like an old man.

But this does not affect the two becoming friends.

Because of his identity, it is difficult for the old fishing man to find a real friend in Tianxuan City. After all, anyone who knows that his son is the city lord of Tianxuan City will involuntarily take a high look, and maybe even pass him. When a father is a father, he gets some benefits from his son, but if the friend is Ye Qingshan, this does not exist.

As for Ye Qingshan?He didn't have as much trouble making friends as an old man. The reason why the tens of millions of people in Tianxuan City is only a friend like an old man is mainly because Ye Qingshan doesn't like it.

The reason why the two can get together is mainly because of congeniality, and more importantly, there is no utility in making friends.

You don't beg me, I don't beg you, if you can talk together, this friend will naturally become.

Many people wonder why friends disappear when they make friends. In fact, it's not that friends are gone, but that they are more utilitarian.

The old man knew that his son had been worrying about the formation, but the old man never talked about it with Ye Qingshan on his own initiative. Even if he talked about it, he would stop talking, never discuss it in depth.This is why Yang Wenping later knew that Ye Qingshan had closed his retreat, but he never came to Ye Qingshan.

Even though he had handed in such an old man fishing, Ye Qingshan did not change his normal life pattern.

Practicing on weekdays, exercising muscles and bones in spare time, enhancing the control of the body, and occasionally when you are bored and want to salt fish, go to the moat to chat with an old man, or sit under the willow tree for a day.

And the old man, as usual, goes fishing by the river every day, and never takes the initiative to look for Ye Qingshan.

As the days passed, the activation rate of ancestral blood in Ye Qingshan's body continued to increase, from 52% at the beginning to 56%.

It is not difficult to increase the activation rate of ancestral blood. As long as it is not a 10% level, normal practice on weekdays is enough to increase the activation rate of ancestral blood.But after encountering the level, it will be different, and the aura needed will be increased by a hundredfold.

And on this day, after the end of the night of practice, it was the Double Ninth Festival, Ye Qingshan brought a pot of Qingju wine, and the old man was still fishing by the river. After seeing Ye Qingshan, he laughed and cursed: "How can I have time today? coming?"

Still the willow tree, Ye Qingshan sat leaning against him, lazily: "Isn't this the Double Ninth Festival? I am alone and widowed, knowing you have time, so I came to you to drink with me."

Ignoring Ye Qingshan's metaphor that his son would not accompany him on the festival today, the old man looked at the half-person high wine jar in Ye Qingshan's hand, and a curiosity flashed in his eyes: "What wine?"

After patted this cyan-glazed wine jar, Ye Qingshan’s mouth showed a chuckle: "The Qingju wine from Zuihualou, 3000 cents per jar, 700 years old, more than two years old than us. Both are big together."

The old man was taken aback, swallowed, and sighed with emotion: "Damn! Money is such a good thing. I can't even think of such an expensive thing, let alone drink it."

Looking at the old man with emotion on his face, Ye Qingshan rolled his eyes silently: "Don't make trouble, if you want to drink, let alone 700 years of aging, even if it is a thousand years of aging, the owner of Zuihualou will give it to you. Send it here, and don’t pay a penny."

With a dry laugh, the old man rubbed his hands and rolled his eyes at Ye Qingshan: "It's not the same. You can't drink the one you bring, and something will happen if you drink it."

Ye Qingshan looked at the old man speechlessly: "You can drink mine? Believe it or not, I will be half empty of your son's house tomorrow?"

The old man curled his lips with a look of unbelief. Since August 15th, the relationship between the two has become much closer, and he will be innocent to ask a few lip-services on weekdays.

Looking at the jar of green chrysanthemum wine in Ye Qingshan's hand, the old man's face showed a touch of joy: "I will catch a few big fish later, the fish in the moat in the north of the city, drinking is the best."

Ye Qingshan looked at the old man suspiciously: "Just you, are you sure you can catch a big fish?"

The old man likes to fish, but the old man has never lost any big fish. It is not because of his poor fishing skills, but because the old man is not strong enough.

This is the world of Gaowu. A fish of more than ten catties is comparable to the big fish of a hundred catties in the world that Ye Qingshan used to. Even if this fish is not refined, it cannot be easily won by one or two big men.

Besides, big fish can only be found in deep water. The old man's green bamboo pole, which is at most ten feet long, can't catch any big fish.

Facing Ye Qingshan's doubts, a confident smile appeared on the rare face of the old man: "Today is different. There are a lot of fish bites, and they are all big fish."

Seeing the old man's confident expression, Ye Qingshan hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded helplessly: "That's OK, I will sleep, and call me as soon as I catch a big fish."

Waved his hand at Ye Qingshan, the old man looked confident: "Okay, go and lie down."

Ye Qingshan lay down, behind him was an ancient willow that needed seven or eight people to embrace. The slender wicker, the dark green willow leaves, scattered sunlight on his face, and the strong wind blowing on his cheeks brought some coolness. , Looking at the river like a mirror,

I have to say that this feeling is really good.

and many more!Strong wind?The lake?

Ye Qingshan was taken aback for a moment, and those deep eyes suddenly added a touch of gold. Under this immortal gaze, the river tens of kilometers wide was instantly seen through by Ye Qingshan.

At this moment, Ye Qingshan finally understood why the old man was so sure that he would definitely catch a big fish today!

At the bottom of this seemingly calm river like a bright mirror, undercurrents are actually surging.

I don't know how many kinds of fish, all of them ran to the shore. A dozen catties, dozens of catties, or even hundreds of catties of fish were densely gathered on this riverside with a depth of less than seven meters.

And in the deep waters of this wide river, there are strips of more than ten meters long, covered with black scales, sharp bone spurs on the back, and mouthful of steel teeth and sharp teeth. Every fish monster has at least a monster. The strength of the king level, and their number is more than 10,000!

Ye Qingshan thought of a possibility inexplicably, and looked at the unconscious old man beside him, a decisive touch flashed in his eyes: "I'm leaving."

The old man was taken aback, his face was puzzled: "Go? I haven't caught the fish yet."

Ye Qingshan glanced deeply at the fish monster at the bottom of the river, and a touch of complexity flashed in his eyes: "It will be too late if you don't leave."

The old man looked at Ye Qingshan dumbfounded: "What do you mean?"

Ye Qingshan did not answer the old man, because at this moment Ye Qingshan's face became a little ugly. In his sight, the undercurrent surging under the mirror-like surface of the river, tens of thousands of fish monsters seemed to sense something, and they looked at Ye at the same time. Green hills.

In an instant, a strong suffocation that suffocated normal people hit his face, and a cold light flashed through his deep eyes, and Ye Qingshan's face became a little gloomy: "It looks like it's late, the war is coming!"