Chapter 2501： whitebait (1/2)

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When he woke up, Da Yuan Jing Zhi took a look at it, but it was a quiet valley, with flowers and birds, streams, and a pleasant scenery, as if it were a paradise.

He found that his injury seemed to be healed, and he looked down at his chest so busy that the original cave had healed, and he could barely see the wound. He was really godlike, and he felt that he had not been lying for too long.

Dayuan Jingzhi carefully looked around, then looked up at the sky, and he felt a sense of consciousness for a moment, and finally shook his head. According to his feelings, he should be in a coma for three days. Within three days, if he did not perform the exercises and did not use the Jingrong Jing, Healing is truly amazing and incredible.

The root of everything may be the old man who is fishing by the pool.

The old man's body was thin and slender, his hair was white, his face was clear, his eyes were kind, and he looked like a great monk, sitting quietly by the pond, holding the fishing rod still, and a gust of wind came slowly, but the fishing line was shaking slightly, but the surface of the pond was Calm as a mirror.

The puddle can't stand a little wave, as if an ancient mirror lay flat and quiet, reflecting the blue and white clouds of the sky.

Chu Li Dayuan Jingzhi looked at the old man and wanted to penetrate his heart, but was blocked by invisible power. The old man's body seemed hazy, as if he had become a glorious avatar.

Chu Li frowned. The old man had a miracle, deep cultivation, but apparently looked like a person who could not martial arts. Obviously, the miracle was amazing, there was a masking atmosphere, and convergence was wonderful.

Had it not been for Dayuan Jingzhi, he would have been concealed.

He thought it might be healed by the old man, and he could heal his own serious injuries, apparently he had a pill or healed a sacred hand. In any case, he saved his life.

Without him, I am afraid that I have already died so much that I ca n’t die again, or even have no chance to resurrect.

He coughed, breaking the tranquility of the valley.

The skinny old man sat motionless by the pond, like a stone sculpture.

Chu Li didn't make any more noise, and quickly inspected his body. Except for being weaker, he took a step backward, and there was no other injuries. If he wanted to move, he could move. If he wanted to move, he could move away.

Certainly under his heart, Dayuan Jingzhi carefully observed it again. His body observed it every time. He was relieved, and was really afraid that the old man would do something while he was in a coma.

The so-called anti-human heart is indispensable. Chu Li did not give up vigilance because the old man saved his life.

After a quarter of an hour, the old man trembled, and suddenly a flawless silver snow flew out of the water pond and landed on the grass next to it, struggling and beating, jumping high and strong.

Chu Li raised his eyebrows, this silver snow is a bit weird, much stronger than the usual fish, looking small but full of power.

The silver-haired old man reached out his hand gently, and the silverfish stopped struggling and remained motionless.

He got up, picked up the silverfish, and threw it gently.

The silverfish fell into a crockery not far away. The crockery was filled with water, and the charcoal fire underneath ignited quickly. Then, the fish began to boil, and after a while, the fragrance was overflowing.

Chu Li was tickled by this strange fragrance, so he got up and got out of bed and came to the crock pot, holding a fist and giving a gift: ”Thank you senior!”

The silver-haired old man kept staring at the crock, and seemed to care nothing about his fist saluting. He waved his hand and still stared at the crock: ”Needless to say, just raise your hand, can the injury recover?

Chu Li nodded and said, ”Care for a while.”

”It's not easy for you to recuperate,” the silver-haired old man said lightly.

He kept staring at the crock, as if looking at a peerless treasure, ignoring the heat of his uncle, just staring at the crock.

Chu Li sighed: ”It seems the older generation can see it.”

”Well, Soul Lotus,” the silver-haired old man said lightly, ”there is something wonderful about it, and it has its drawbacks.”

Chu Li nodded.