"This fishing rod has no hook!" Even if he was punched again, Ning Fan would still have to express his inner curse!

The strange thing is that after Ning Fan asked this question, the old man who punted the boat did not give him another bag, but was also stunned, looking at the fishing rod in his hand with a puzzled face.

"I really don't have a fishing rod. Could it be that my cultivation has reached this point and that I have reached the threshold of perversion..." the old man who was punting the boat said to himself.

When he thought that he was about to go into reverse, the old punting man smiled even more happily, and even looking at Ning Fan, the man in his dream, felt particularly friendly.

At this moment, Ning Fan suddenly entered the cabin and found several fishing hooks from the cabin, "Old man, there are fishhooks in the cabin."

His grandma’s! I knew it wasn’t that simple to be rebellious, and it was still far from it!

The old man who was punting the boat felt bad for a moment, and even when he looked at Ning Fan, he felt like he had blinked. He took the fishhook from Ning Fan angrily, and then gave Ning Fan two more blows.

"Why hit me twice..." Isn't it just one sentence? I gave you the fishhook and only said one sentence, okay? Ning Fan couldn't stop complaining.

"I didn't hit you once when I was in a good mood, but I'll make up for it now!" the old punting man said angrily.

Ning Fan was speechless. Who is this old man? Not only is he weird and stingy, but he is also very wretched. The most disgusting thing is that he actually repays kindness with hatred...

I kindly found him a fishhook, but he actually hit me with his fist!

But it's very strange...

"I vaguely remember my name, and even more vaguely my personality. I am definitely not someone who is bullied. Why did I not get angry even after being punched four times by this person..."

Yes, Ning Fan didn't get angry even after being punched four times by the old punting man. Instead, he felt very friendly, as if he hadn't seen this old man for many years.

"By the way, this old man claims to be a master in his words. Could it mean that he has a master-disciple relationship with me? Have I really ever had such a bad master?"

Hey, following this direction, Ning Fan vaguely felt that he could remember more things.

I always felt like I had been strangled by this old man and asked, "Do you want to live or die?"...

Well, yes! Just remember in this direction!

Soon, soon!

I almost remembered who I was!

There's still a little bit to go, just a little bit to go.

Ning Fan vaguely grasped the clues of his memories, and couldn't help blurting out a sentence, a sentence that he couldn't understand.

"Master, I wonder if Master's Wife has recovered?" Hey, who is Master's Wife? Why do I ask this question?

"Boy Ning, you asked a very good question!" The old punting man didn't know which nerve was ignited. He suddenly became furious and gave Ning Fan his fifth violent shudder on the spot.

"You know that your teacher is an old widower on the Miluo River. He was ferrying here at the age of 17 and is now in his sixties, but no girl has ever taken a fancy to me and married me. You have to ask this! Very good, really good.

, you have learned how to rub salt into your wounds! You are good!" Bang, it was the sixth violent shudder.

"In other words, Master, you have been single for 43 years?" Ning Fan was slightly surprised. Sixty is 60, minus 17, it is 43. I always feel that I am very sensitive to the number 43. I don't know why...

"You still dare to say, oh my, I underestimated you before, but I didn't know you were a hero who was not afraid of an iron fist!" Bang, the seventh violent shudder.

"Are you sure it's 43?" Ning Fan really cares about 43 and would rather get punched than ask.

Now it was the old punting man's turn to feel frightened.

Even though he was enlightened in a dream at this moment, every punch and kick would cause real damage. In other words, his punch could really hurt others through infinite dreams.

Where does this boy named Ning Fan come from?

After receiving seven punches in his dream, he still dared to challenge him like this. Not to mention, he really liked this kid's stubborn temper! It's to his liking!

"Good question! If you ask a few more times, I will tell you whether it is 43 years or not!" Bang, the eighth violent shock, the ninth violent shock, the tenth violent shock...

This beastly old man slapped Ning Fan 43 times in one go!

Aren’t you very interested in 43? Come, let you forever remember the feeling of 43 big bags on your head!

“…”

“…”

“…”

Ning Fan was convinced and looked at the old man with a look that said, "I'm afraid this old man is not crazy."

When the old man saw Ning Fan receiving 43 punches without saying a word, he was immediately shocked and stared at Ning Fan with a look like "This kid is a good seedling and can be cultivated."

"Can I speak now?" Ning Fan asked.

He is no longer afraid of being beaten again.

Because after receiving 43 punches, he had already seen that the old man cherished his talent and could not bear to bully him anymore.

"Yes, you can, but I suggest you don't talk too much. This is actually for your own good." The old punting man explained.

"Why is this..."

"I thought you were from this place, but it turns out you are not. I only found out after punching you 29 times..."

"Then why do you still need to punch 43 times?"

"Stupid, this is my test for you! You kid has been punched 43 times in a row and still doesn't change your face, doesn't complain, doesn't feel angry, doesn't feel pain or itching, you have been approved by me! I thought you were just a passerby in my dream, but now I'm really treating you

With the thought of accepting a disciple! Do you know who I am! I am a new saint in the true world, Han, the leader of the Liangyi Sect... Forget it, you don’t need to know my name, you only need to know that my surname is Han."

"Oh..." Ning Fan said expressionlessly.

"That's it?" Old Man Han seemed to be very unhappy with Ning Fan's reaction, thinking: Does this kid not know what it means to be a saint in the true world? Could it be that this kid comes from some remote fantasy world where birds don't shit? What's more?

Or maybe this kid is just an ordinary mortal who accidentally entered his dream, but doesn't understand what a blessing it is to be truly accepted as a disciple by a saint?

"Um."

"You don't want to be my disciple?" Old Man Han subconsciously took Ning Fan's indifference as a polite refusal.

Under normal circumstances, if a saint shows interest in you as a disciple, shouldn't you bow your head and put on a somewhat surprised smile?

Why is this kid not surprised at all? Does he really not understand how powerful the saint is?

"Whether you want it or not, it doesn't matter. Am I not your disciple?" Ning Fan said with a smile.

"Well, that's right. In my dream, you played the role of the apprentice I adopted when I realized the life of a boatman. Naturally, you can also be regarded as my disciple. But I am in love with you..." Old Man Han sighed, as if he was sighing at Ning

I'm so stupid that I can't see the difference between dreams and reality.

How can the master-disciple relationship in the dream be taken seriously?

As soon as I woke up from the dream, I went back to the bridge again. What a stupid boy! I missed the opportunity to become a saint's disciple.

Old Man Han was lamenting Ning Fan's stupidity when he suddenly heard the sound of water breaking on the surface of the water.

But Ning Fan had already caught a fish.

"You kid can do it! You're just a little old and you caught a carp. Huh? This fish is not simple. It seems to have a trace of carp blood. It's a pity that after so many generations, the blood has long been indifferent. But this

It also shows that you are very lucky. You can even catch Dao carp. You are worthy of being the disciple that I once took a fancy to and was just a hair away!" Old Man Han gave Ning Fan a thumbs up.

What I really thought in my heart was, "This guy actually caught such a big fish. If I didn't catch a bigger fish, wouldn't I lose to him?" and so on.

Ever since, Old Man Han, who is known as a saint, finally entered the serious fishing mode.

At this moment, Old Man Han's eyes were as bright as the starry sky, and the stars in his eyes were moving along a unique cycle of reincarnation, which was indescribably magical.

His eyes seemed to be able to see through all reincarnation and cause and effect.

He seemed to be able to tell at a glance how many fish and shrimps there were in the Miluo River, and how many toads and mud they killed.

He waved the fishing rod gently, as if what he was waving was not a fishing rod, but an entire samsara of time and space.

He catches the causal thread of every fish here, and he predicts the life and death of all fish. Most of the fish that are about to die are fish that are about to be caught. This kind of fish is the easiest to take the bait and the easiest...

Huh? Why is there the sound of water coming out again?

"Master, I caught the second fish." Ning Fan caught another fish.

It’s a Tao carp that’s fatter and bigger than the previous fish!

"Haha, not bad, keep working hard, catch a few more fish, and you can catch up with the horses galloping for the master."

Old Man Han praised Ning Fan's fishing skills on his face, but secretly he slandered, "This kid is just stepping on shit", "Don't care if you're blind" and so on.

And not long after that.

Ning Fan caught the third fish again.

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I caught 43 carps in one go!

"The boy is teachable!"

"Okay, okay!"

“Not bad, not bad!”
To be continued...