bookrandom Chapter 353 Fishing Novice Protection Period
Chapter 353 Fishing Novice Protection Period
Zhong Ming was somewhat expectant. He had already thrown away more than a hundred military merit points; even if it was a waste, he should at least see some impact.
After the attendant had everything ready, he assumed a fighting stance and said to Zhong Ming, “Sir, there are many casting methods for flying fish. I am now using the Crane Method. This place is close to the clouds, which is suitable for fishing for fish in the middle of the clouds. The Crane Method can gently cast the bait to a sufficient height without disturbing the fish.”
After he finished speaking, he raised his left leg high and put his hands around his waist, resembling a white crane folding its wings.
The next moment, the fishing rod jerked, and the bait shot straight up, disappearing into the clouds in an instant.
He handed the fishing rod to Zhong Ming and pointed to the auxiliary rod above, saying, "Sir, this is different from ordinary fishing. There is no float. Observe the swing of the silver needle above the auxiliary rod. I suggest reeling in the line when the swing exceeds ten degrees."
At the top of the auxiliary rod stands a silver needle, and behind it is a semi-circular wooden board marked with the angle.
After the church attendant Zhong Ming finished hanging up, he stepped back and focused his attention on Zhang Youcai.
Abao pulled a chair out of his storage bag at some point and sat down comfortably, listening to the servant trying to sell Zhang Youcai a series of small items: sedative incense, snacks, various fishing tools...
After a while, Zhong Ming started to get bored. What was he even looking at? Was he just wasting his life sitting here staring at those little silver needles?
The cold wind was blowing in the sky, and although it had been weakened considerably by the protection of the barrier, it was still cold. After staying here for a while, one's whole body would feel stiff.
Abao was prepared. He took out a small heater from his storage bag, searched for a while and found a fire spirit stone that had been used for some time. He threw it in and closed his eyes contentedly.
The servants were equally bored. Zhang Youcai had no money, and it was not appropriate to disturb Zhong Ming at this moment. Generally speaking, when the bell was first lit, the guests were in high spirits and it was not appropriate to disturb them.
He quietly took out a gourd and took a sip.
The commotion caught Zhong Ming's attention, and he asked the boy, "Youcai, are you cold?"
"Captain, I'm alright."
"You sit down."
With a flick of his right hand, Zhong Ming conjured a vat of wine on the ground. With another swipe of his hand, a set of glasses fell to the ground as well.
"Pour the wine."
He tossed a wine spoon into Zhang Youcai's hand, "You can't drink too much. Half a cup of spiritual energy is enough for you to digest. Pour me a full cup too."
The moment the jar of wine was opened, its aroma filled the air. The quality of the wine I got from He Guang was guaranteed; just smelling it made my mouth water.
Abao was immediately captivated, his eyes widening as he swallowed hard several times.
The servant suddenly realized that the spirit spring water in the gourd, which was soaked with top-grade spirit stones, was no longer fragrant. Compared to the other thing, it was simply sewage from a ditch.
With his back to everyone, Zhong Ming took a deep breath, and the aroma alone invigorated him.
The calmest one was Zhang Youcai. As a novice cultivator, he subconsciously thought, "My captain is amazing. Everything he brings out is of high quality."
Therefore, he simply followed Zhong Ming's instructions cautiously.
Just as the servants and Abao were fantasizing about whether they could also get a cup, Zhong Ming casually sealed the wine jar and put it back into his storage bag.
The servant resisted looking at the wine glass on the ground; the wine inside was more tempting than the beautiful woman.
Abao's pupils moved as the wine glass was raised, as if performing some mysterious ritual, waiting for these pure, crystal-like liquids to sacredly leave their container.
Suddenly, the wine glass began to fall, and Zhong Ming's hand loosened, loosened!
Suddenly, an uncontrollable rage welled up within him. "I'll fight you bunch of rich tycoons!" he thought. "Such precious wine, just thrown away like that! I...I..."
A hungry tiger pounces on its food!
Abao lunged forward, viciously lunging at the glass of wine.
Zhong Ming's hands were already gripping the fishing rod; he'd caught a fish.
He slightly raised his right foot and caught the wine glass steadily. Suddenly, a gust of wind came from behind, and he had to lift his right foot up abruptly. A figure slid past his foot and tumbled twice on the ground, almost sliding off the small platform.
High-altitude fishing almost turned into a high-altitude bungee jump without a rope.
"The fish are served! Attendant, what should we do?!"
The attendant was taken aback, thinking to himself, 'You're really lucky, kid. I didn't even trick you into baiting the area, and you already caught a fish all by luck?'
He immediately said, "Reel in the line, reel it in hard, try to pull it out of the clouds. Once we get close to the bottom of the clouds, we'll be able to see what kind of fish it is."
He held the observation tool in one hand and the "net" in the other. The thunder magic tools were placed at his feet, and his practiced movements were so skillful it was heartbreaking.
As soon as Zhong Ming exerted force, a powerful force came from the fishing line and cut his finger.
The fishing line was spinning wildly, like flying a kite, with the small turntable around it spinning so fast it was sparking.
When facing monsters, Zhong Ming has never been in a good mood. He forcefully grabbed one of them with one hand and steadied the fishing rod with the other, and the two began to struggle.
The fishing line slid rapidly through the air, the sound of it tearing through the air both irritating and exhilarating.
The prey struggled fiercely, arousing the hunter's emotions. Zhong Ming's fishing rod was pulled to the left, but Zhong Ming refused to let it have its way and pulled it back sharply, making the servant's heart jump.
"Slow down, slow down. Sometimes you can go with it and wear it down. If you use too much force, it will easily come off the hook."
Zhong Ming listened... but only half of it.
He did indeed shake the pole less, but he was reeling in the line faster, a simple yet brutal hard pull.
The attendant, having activated his observation artifact, could already see a faint shadow in the sea of clouds. He mentally grumbled about Zhong Ming, 'This fish is so small, yet he acts like he's hooked the Flying Fish Ancestor. I didn't expect this guy to drink such fine wine, but he's all show and no substance. His cultivation level is probably just a bunch of drugs.'
But he still pretended to be excited; he couldn't help it, it was a professional requirement.
"Sir, give it a little more effort, you can already see the outline."
"When should we use lightning magic?"
"You can use it anytime, but you need to check its value first. Rare live fish are more valuable!" he explained carefully.
Suddenly, someone nearby shouted, "I caught a fish! I caught another fish! Come quick, come see what kind of fish it is!"
The man shouted, and the servant immediately sprang into action, his hands moving incessantly. He was clearly an experienced angler, his movements incredibly practiced.
"This one is good, this one is quite strong."
Zhong Ming's attendant glanced at the next room, where another attendant was also pretending to be excited, raising his magical artifact and saying in an excited voice, "It's a big fish, a 'One-Zhang-Qing' fish, but it's very big and very valuable."
"Even if it's big, it's still a ten-foot-long green. Sigh, let's use thunder magic."
Zhong Ming sighed inwardly. His job was tough, and even pretending to be excited was exhausting. In the blink of an eye, the fish Zhong Ming had caught was clearly visible. He froze on the spot, and then his hand holding the magic weapon began to tremble. He was so excited that he couldn't even speak coherently.
"Huang... Huang..."
The servant preparing the lightning spell next door glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and cursed inwardly: 'This bastard is really putting on an act. Is he trying to beg for a drink? He's putting on such a show; don't we see those yellow-faced fish every day?'
"Golden Wind... it's Golden Wind!"