coobybook Chapter 188 The Solitary Fisherman of the Ages: The Little Grandfather
Chapter 188 The Solitary Fisherman of the Ages: The Little Grandfather
Buzz!
A beam of white light rose from the ground and shot straight into the sky!
The powerful shockwave, like a giant wave, swept out instantly, sending countless members of the Zhou family flying!
Only Jiang Cheng remained seated cross-legged, leaning on his fishing rod, like a rock on the seashore.
In Ying Zheng's eyes, the objects around Jiang Cheng had changed at this moment!
See!
At this moment, Jiang Cheng was sitting on a black lacquered coffin with dragon patterns.
Next to the coffin was a rock with the words "Three Lives" carved on it.
Blue silver grass grows on the rock, and it is called the Heartbreak Grass.
Before us lies a waterfall cascading down three thousand feet.
Below the waterfall lies an endless abyss.
Jiang Cheng turned his back to the common people, while countless homes were lit up.
The river of time flowed silently before him, relentlessly plunging into the abyss, where endless terror lay, like a black hole, into which even light was distorted and sucked away.
Along the banks of the long river of time grows the ancient World Tree, half withered and half flourishing.
The Heaven and Earth Compass Formation was actually set up the moment Jiang Cheng stepped out!
Jiang Cheng casually gripped his fishing rod and cast it gently!
The fishhook not only had no bait on it, but it was even three inches above the water!
Fishing alone for eternity.
Ying Zheng was not misled by the constantly changing and bizarre appearances before him.
The gaping maw of a ferocious blue beast would occasionally appear before him, a sign of danger.
Sometimes, ignorant and foolish scoundrels are condemned and criticized by everyone.
Occasionally, the blade of a former comrade appears, betraying them.
sometimes……
Ying Zheng did not linger for a moment because of appearances. Fate and ideals often go against each other, and determination will eventually be overturned!
Along the way, all those who stood in his way were reduced to mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Only those who survive to the end have the right to utter the word "justice".
He kept walking towards Jiang Cheng, stepping into the slowly flowing river.
The past, the forgotten, the painful, the sorrowful—all have become fleeting memories.
The river seemed to have no end. Ying Zheng had been walking for a long time, but Jiang Cheng was still there, seemingly both far away and close at hand.
It felt like I was just standing still.
But Ying Zheng did not stop; he persisted and continued moving forward.
He walked up to Jiang Cheng, bent down and picked up the small pebble—the key to the formation.
The celestial compass shattered instantly!
Black cracks appeared on the compass, making a clanging sound like metal breaking.
Ying Zheng flicked the pebble away with his finger, turned his head to glance at Jiang Cheng, and asked indifferently, "Jiang Cheng, have you ever lost?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng looked at Ying Zheng, who showed no hesitation whatsoever, swallowed hard, and his hand holding the fishing rod trembled slightly. "How could a person walk in this river without a moment's hesitation?"
May I ask how you managed to do that?!
"persist in!"
Ying Zheng replied, pointing to the objects around him that hadn't completely collapsed: the World Tree, the River of Time, the Boulder...
"Form manifests itself, yet the great image is formless."
"You know that, after all, you are able to use these techniques so skillfully."
"But learning these forms is too difficult. The forms are vast and unfathomable, like a combination of the river of time and the abyss."
"You should learn from the gods, for the great way is simple, like the fishing rod in your hand."
"The whole world serves as bait, but you alone hold the rod."
"I have lost," Jiang Cheng said, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect to Ying Zheng and bowing slightly. "I have learned a great deal!"
Ying Zheng reached out and helped Jiang Cheng up. "Let's not talk about giving advice. It's a process of mutual learning between people. As Confucius said, 'Among three people walking together, there must be one who can teach me. I will choose the good qualities of that person and follow them, and correct my own bad qualities.'"
"Your Excellency is truly a role model for us all!" Jiang Cheng was deeply moved upon hearing this. "Thank you very much!"
"Oh! No need to thank me yet!" Ying Zheng patted Jiang Cheng's shoulder and said in a low voice:
"I saw you just now, and you didn't use any words or alchemy in your every move. How did you manage to make such a commotion? Teach me."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng's lips twitched, and he lowered his voice like Ying Zheng, "Um... Your Excellency is unaware that our Dragon Kingdom has a long history, which is different from the alchemy that foreign countries talk about."
We are Qi cultivators, which is what ordinary people call cultivating immortality.
Alchemy is only one branch of our Qi Refining system, specifically the art of weapon control.
When Ying Zheng heard Jiang Cheng say this, he felt as if he had seen the narrow gate described in the Bible.
His eyes widened instantly. "Where can I find a way to learn this?"
Jiang Cheng gave a helpless bitter smile, "Your Excellency should not even think about weapon crafting. It's a piecemeal art, easy to learn but difficult to master."
Instead of wasting time learning weapon crafting, it would be better to spend more time studying Word Magic and Alchemy; perhaps that would lead to greater achievements.
"I'll hold off on attacking the Zhou family for now. Come with me and teach me weapon crafting!" Ying Zheng said, grabbing Jiang Cheng's arm.
Jiang Cheng, with his white hair and youthful face, was unable to break free from Ying Zheng's immense strength. His pupils constricted sharply, and he thought to himself:
"Such terrifying strength, could he actually be a body-refining cultivator?"
While thinking.
Jiang Cheng saw a flash of red light in Ying Zheng's left eye, which transformed into a black spatial vortex that twisted him inside.
Jiang Cheng: "It's not just body tempering, oh no..."
The Zhou family members present witnessed two living people mysteriously disappear before their eyes.
They immediately wilted and ran back to their master's house to report to the head of the family, Zhou Mingrui.
The Zhou family's study in the northwest corner.
"What did you say? Grandfather and that guy vanished from the spot at the same time?!"
Zhou Mingrui was shocked. Upon hearing the report from his scout, he couldn't sit still any longer and jumped up from his chair!
The scout lowered his head: "Yes..."
Zhou Mingrui grabbed the tortoise shell from the desk, pulled out a copper coin, and stuffed it inside!
After five shakes, the hexagram was generated!
All six copper coins began to spin on the table. After spinning for a long time, they finally stood upright on the table!
No divination result!
Zhou Mingrui froze instantly. He quickly grabbed the copper coins again, stuffed them into the tortoise shell, and prepared to cast another divination!
After shaking it only three times, there was a loud bang!
A crack appeared directly on the tortoise shell!
Zhou Mingrui was so frightened that he threw the object in his hand onto the desk.
He has lived this long life and has never encountered such a divination situation before!
In his memory, the only time the Zhou family could not get a divination result was thousands of years ago when King Wen of Zhou, Ji Chang, tried to divine the fate of Jiang Ziya.
"Hmph, if they can't be used by me, then they absolutely cannot fall into the hands of others!" Zhou Mingrui thought venomously.
He slammed his hand on the table. "Quickly, go and bring Jiang Cheng here to me. I want to see him alive or dead!"
No, don't worry about that, live or die!
The scout said, "Master, the young master has worked diligently for so many years. Isn't this too much of a blow to him?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mingrui's eyes widened in fury. He grabbed the cracked tortoise shell from the table and threw it at the scout's head, roaring:
"I'll hurt you my ass!"