V5.Chapter 155

The sand at the bottom of the water is as white and fragrant as milk, seaweed has the color of green grass in spring, and various shellfish give off bursts of luster. Each is just a music box, with a slight melody between opening and closing.

In this way, he Yiming sank under the sea near the island and quietly watched the underwater world.

In the last big storm, he fell short and didn't understand the flower of water. After a few days of rest, his state of mind completely calmed down, he Yiming began his cultivation road again.

Although on this island, there is a white horse with horns, an unpredictable master of the venerable, and on the other island, there is an unknown number of black vultures. But at this moment, he Yiming completely forgot.

He walked slowly at the bottom of the sea, as if he also regarded himself as an underwater creature, looking at the underwater world with his own eyes and sensing the underwater world.

He has a faint feeling that if one day, like these underwater creatures, he can survive freely on the seabed, then it is time for him to calmly comprehend the flower of water.

Suddenly, a flat fish more than three feet long sprang from his eyes and ran past.

He Yiming's eyes immediately followed the big fish and moved upward. He stepped out with one step and pushed his toes gently on the sand, bending his body.

He even imitated the appearance of the big fish, but also twisted and swam upward.

The big fish seemed to feel something, and his small head turned around. He Yiming looked at siunlike inexplicably, and then he continued to twist his body and went away.

He Yiming has been completely addicted to his own world. His mind is full of the shadow of the big fish. He seems to vaguely feel that this is a strange body method. Once this body method is integrated into his martial arts skills, it must have unimaginable great power.

This is his idea, but in this world, almost all the martial arts skills handed down are the products of his predecessors.

He Yiming is slowly groping for this sudden idea in a situation similar to but not epiphany.

He has been promoted to a venerable person, and his pure Qi is to the extreme. Even in the sea, his skin can breathe automatically. Although this will bring a great burden to his body, in terms of his current constitution, unless he is consumed under the sea floor day and night, there can be no problem at all.

In this way, the whole day and night passed. He Yiming always twisted his body at the bottom of the sea, and realized his body method defects with the help of the power of the sea, and gradually made up for them.

At last, a clear light flashed in his eyes, and he woke up from that almost addictive feeling.

This time, instead of touching the ground with his toes, he shook his body slightly and twisted in a strange way.

In the water, he seems to be really turned into a swimming fish, so fast towards the top like flying.

If the big fish was still here a day ago, then you must doubt whether you really met your companion, although the companion is a little too big

Soon, he Yiming had already appeared on the sea.

As soon as his head left the sea, he heard a soft sound of "pouncing". Turning his eyes, Baozhu also drilled out of the sea floor. Its front hooves held a fish much larger than its body, and its two rear hoofs walked in this way.

It seems that there is some force supporting it at its feet, making it run towards the shore as fast as flying.

He Yiming was slightly stunned, looked up, and then lost his smile.

Not far from the bank, 108 had put up the fire shelf, and a wisp of black smoke curled up. Seeing this scene, he Yiming certainly understood why Baozhu suddenly became so industrious.

He walked with laughter, twisting his body even if it was above the sea. Although the appearance is not elegant, it is undoubtedly faster than before in terms of speed.

A moment later, he Yiming had come to the shore. He directly picked up a fish and ate it.

However, he bit it, but he was slightly stunned.

This fish smells really delicious, but the taste is just like this. Except for a faint salty taste, it can't be compared with the past at all.

Glancing at him, he Yiming asked, "brother Bai, this thing doesn't taste right."

Hundred and eight said in a deep voice, "there is no seasoning, only salt water. That's the only way."

He Yiming responded with a sudden movement in his heart, took out the silver ring, opened the space, and took out a huge package.

Baiba and Baozhu looked at him inexplicably. They didn't know what the hell he was doing.

He Yiming called the package. To tell the truth, he Yiming opened it for the first time after he took it from the hand of Jin battle.

Sure enough, there is an iron pot and shovel inside, and there are many bottles and cans made of iron, each with a label on it. As long as he Yiming takes a look, he can be sure that the spices prepared here are rich in variety, even more complete than those prepared in the kitchen of the boat.

He secretly sighed in his heart that Jin battle was worthy of being a real glutton. What he said about esophageal cultivation may be true.

Hundred and eight eyes lit up, swept over these bottles and cans, selected several of them, took an empty iron bowl, poured the seasoning into it, and mixed it together.

When all this was done, 108 repackaged the bottles and cans to he Yiming.

From beginning to end, he never inquired about the origin of these things. He was not surprised why he Yiming prepared so many spices. It seemed that all these things were taken for granted.

He Yiming stuffed this big bag into the ring space, and then carefully collected it.

Maybe Jin battle is right. He should prepare more. Fortunately, however, I have silver ring space. Without this space, I'm afraid that no matter how much I prepare, I'll lose all my things in the huge waves.

With the seasoning in his hand, the 1008 craft showed up again, and the bursts of fragrance sent out, immediately hooked up the greedy insects in the stomach.

Before long, 1008 took down the three fish on the shelf and handed them to he Yiming and Bao Zhu respectively.

Baozhu had been impatient for a long time. He took the iron signet and immediately opened his mouth and began to bite, regardless of the heat of the roast fish.

But what's amazing is that the little guy never put anything on the ground when eating. Instead, he imitated the appearance of he Yiming, used a pair of front hooves that seemed to have suction, sucked the iron signet between the two hooves, and chewed the big fish away.

He Yiming looked at its greedy elephant, funny in his heart, suddenly moved his ears, and looked up at the forest.

There slowly came out a man, who was fighting with the white horse when he just came to the island a few days ago.

He Yiming's eyes were a little surprised.

Since the last meeting, he has never met the old man and the white horse again.

Although he knew that the old man lived in the west of the island and white horse lived in the East, he randomly chose a cave to live in between.

Although the islands are far less exaggerated than the mainland, if they don't want to meet each other, it's still possible to die of old age and don't contact each other.

So when the old man suddenly appeared, he Yiming's heart was very strange. A few days ago, his attitude towards himself was quite indifferent, and even he was on alert and alert. But a few days later, why did he take the initiative to come again.

For the arrival of the old man, in addition to he Yiming looking up, baiba and Baozhu turned a blind eye.

They turned the iron stick on the fire shelf one by one, and one lowered his head and chewed the big fish in the front hoof. It seemed that the fire shelf and the big fish were more important than the old man.

The old man came to the fire. He sat on the beach like he Yiming and others.

He took a deep breath, his throat slightly stirred, and his eyes fell on the 108 grilled fish rack.

He Yiming was dumbfounded. At this point, if he couldn't guess the old man's purpose, he would be too stupid.

On his hand, there are two shelves, each with a delicious roast fish. After a little meditation, he Yiming stretched out his hand and looked at each other with a smile.

The old man looked deeply at he Yiming, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally reached for it.

He put the roasted fish on his nose, took a deep breath of the rich aroma, and showed an extremely satisfied expression on his face.

Then, he opened his mouth and chewed the fish clean at a speed no less than that of Baozhu.

He Yiming stared at the old man with tongue tied eyes. To his surprise, the old man's eating appearance was compared with that of Baozhu, and he swallowed the whole fish without spitting up bones.

Looking at this old man who seems to be reborn like a hungry ghost, he Yiming really doesn't know how to describe it.

The old man acted quickly and ate up a roast fish in twos and threes. At this moment, he saw he Yiming's strange eyes and couldn't help blushing blush.

With a light cough, the old man seemed to say casually, "this is the first time I have eaten cooked food in 40 years."

When he said this sentence, he did not look at he Yiming, but looked into the distance, as if he was not saying it to them.

He Yiming was funny, but he also understood why the old man had such an impatient action.

If a person is exiled to a desert island and has not eaten cooked food for 40 years, when he suddenly smells the roasted fish with good color, flavor and shape, he is afraid that it is difficult to resist the temptation from his stomach.

He handed over another iron sign in his hand, and he Yiming whispered, "treasure pig, catch more fish."

Baozhu grunted discontentedly. He Yiming frowned slightly and kicked his eyes. Baozhu immediately put down the empty iron stick and ran into the sea like a piss