Wolong Mountain.

The insects and birds are singing, and the mountains and forests are vaguely wrong. The light penetrates through the gaps where leaves are intertwined. When blown by the wind, it shakes like light and shadows are changing.

Passing through the end of the mountains and forests, before you even walk up to it, you can hear the deafening sound of flowing water.

It's a waterfall.

Crazy la la —!

Falling from a high place, hitting the stone, making a loud noise, and the splashing water flew around. The rapids washed over the pool, causing a series of whirlpools to rotate rapidly.

"Crazy--"

A figure suddenly rushed out from under the water, like a swimming fish, without clothes on her upper body, and with a splash of water, it rushed directly to the water surface.

The boy grabbed a fish with both hands and laughed. His feet were slightly on the water surface and he could jump up in the air. If someone saw it here, he would be stunned.

"master!"

Su Han shouted loudly, the subtle fluff on his lips declared that he was entering puberty, and that teenagers at this time had to eat more and exercise more to grow taller and faster.

He hurriedly got ashore and ran in the forest. The fish in his hand was still struggling, but he could not break free from Su Han's hands. After using all his strength, he had to accept his fate.

In Taoist temple.

The old Taoist was leaning on the bamboo rattan chair, holding the wine gourd in one hand and pouring wine into his mouth with the other hand, and tickling the itch on his waist.

His face turned slightly red, his head was drunk, his eyes were filled with enjoyment, as if he was free and happy in the clouds.

"Wine is a good thing, wine is a good thing."

"Master! Master!"

Su Han shouted, holding the fish in both hands, ran back quickly, and smiled, "Look at what I am holding? Here's the food and drinks for you! Do you want to braise or steam it?"

The fish in his hand symbolized struggle for a while, and it seemed that he could hear Su Han's words and was already desperate.

The old Taoist rolled his eyelids and glanced at the fish: "I think it's a good thing, fish, it's still delicious in Yuanming Lake."

"Yuanming Lake?" Su Han was stunned, "Where?"

The old Taoist did not answer. He was not thinking about the fish from Yuanming Lake, but the wine hidden there. He couldn't help but feel that the wine in his hand seemed to have no taste.

He sat up and said, "Brazier."

"good!"

Su Han ran to the kitchen quickly.

The old Taoist smiled and said, "This kid has learned all the skills to catch fish."

He reached out his hand to calculate the time: "It's time to learn the "Celestial Classic".

The deep eyes contracted slightly, looked into the distance, and sighed: "In the past few years, the descendants of the "Celestial Classic" will reincarnate. I wonder what kind of storm will cause."

Thinking of this, he laughed again, leaned sideways on the chair, poured a sip of wine into his mouth, savors and swallowed it carefully.

"It's amazing, it's amazing."

The strong fragrance soon came to his nose. Su Han's nose was stained with a trace of ash in the kitchen. He was carefully putting the prepared fish on a plate, then took out two peppers from the vegetable basket and cut them into slices to decorate them.

"Master! Okay! Have a meal!"

He shouted loudly.

The dining table in the Taoist temple is very small, and it was nailed by Su Han with simple wooden boards. The old Taoist is a very lazy person, so he would not do such a thing. Since Su Han learned to cook, the old Taoist has never entered the kitchen again.

In his words, this child is extremely malleable. Whether it is martial arts, medical skills, or cooking skills, there is a lot of room for development and must be exercised well.

A big bowl of rice and a fish is enough for two people to eat a meal. The old Taoist doesn't even eat. As long as there is wine, he is the god in this world.

"From tomorrow, I will practice the exercises formally."

The old Taoist spit out a fish bone and muttered.

"Ah? The ones before were not formal?" Su Han glared, thinking that the old Taoist tied dozens of kilograms of iron on his legs, forcing him to run from the mountain to the mountain every day, and also bought wine for him...

After running for half a year, he can no longer feel the weight of the iron block. As a result, isn’t this formal practice?

"Forget it." The old Taoist said vaguely, "What did I teach you before?"

"Qigong." Su Han said.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

I've never seen such an unreliable master.

Su Han picked up a large piece of meat and put it into the old Taoist bowl, "Master, can I start practicing the "Celestial Classic"?"

The old Taoist only cares about eating fish and drinking, but does not answer this question.

The fish on the plate were gone, and the old Taoist dipped the soup with chopsticks, and still ate it with relish. As long as there was wine in the wine gourd, nothing else mattered.

"Master, can I start practicing the "Celestial Classic"?"

Su Han asked again.

"The fish in the pool tastes pretty good. You can catch two more tomorrow."

"Two?"

"Yeah, a braised braised."

"One other steaming?"

The old Taoist chopsticks fell on Su Han's head, and Su Han was so painful that he screamed: "The other one is for you to practice!"

"ah?"

Su Han opened his mouth wide and used fish to practice?

"Practice acupuncture first." The old Taoist said, "The most difficult thing to control in medical skills is acupuncture. I taught you qigong before, why did you know what it is for?"

Su Han nodded and shook his head again.

"Use Qi to control the needle!"

Su Han still doesn't understand.

"Stupid!"

The old Taoist blew his white beard and said, "I'll talk about it tomorrow, I'm going to sleep."

After eating, you will sleep without heart.

Su Han wanted to ask again, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't beat the old Taoist now, and it was useless to say anything. If he quarrels at him to sleep, he would have to be beaten.

"When will I get the master?"

Su Han left silently with the plate.

...

Looking at the two alive fish on the chopping board, Su Han reached out to throw the big one into the water tank, but was slapped away by the old Taoist.

"What are you doing when you get such a big fish?"

The old Taoist snorted, "These two are braised and steamed, and then I will grab one for me, just one finger is the size of a finger."

Su Han was crying and said, "How can you eat such a small fish?"

"I said that I asked you to study medicine and practice acupuncture!" The old Taoist looked stern and was very serious when talking about medical skills. "Stop talking nonsense, go quickly, while I don't drink now, my mind is still clear."

Su Han ran away quickly so that he would not wait until the old Taoist drank too much and wanted to sleep.

Not long after, Su Han ran back, all over, and was holding a small fish in his hand, but it was the same size as his middle finger, so he was probably still a child.

The little fish was placed on the chopping board, tumbling and jumping, desperately fighting for its own destiny.

"See it." The old Taoist raised his hand and his fingers closed together. Su Han's eyes suddenly shrank suddenly. He could clearly see a faint airflow floating between the old Taoist's fingers.

Is it a qi needle?

Without waiting for his reaction, the old Taoist pointed his finger and the air needle instantly pierced into the fish's body. In a blink of an eye, the fish stopped moving, widened its eyes and opened its mouth, as if it was fixed!

I was still alive just now!

"Master, how did you do it?" Su Han was very surprised.

"Qi Needle."

The old Taoist stretched out his finger and sucked out another Qi needle. "There are also many nerve sensitive points on the fish. Once you find it right, you can control them by stabbing them in. So, catching fish can be very easy, Su Han."

"How did that happen?"

"Let's read the book yourself."

The old Taoist rolled his eyes and said, "When will it succeed, tell me."

After saying that, the old Taoist turned around and left.

“…”

Su Han couldn't help but scold the old Taoist in his heart, "What a master, it's too unreliable. The natural scripture has been given to him for a long time, but how did this qi needle come out? How could he find the nerve position on Yu'er's body? The master didn't even say anything.
To be continued...