No one noticed the richness in Xue Kong's heart, and no one noticed the changes in his expression.
Uncle Zhong and Ruyi just looked at Pan Mo warily, their minds still echoing with the other party's words about the existence of immortals. This was a shocking secret for them as mortals.
"In front of the immortals, mortals like us are nothing but frogs in a well, our methods are not worth mentioning. Ever since I met that immortal, I no longer think about competing for the empty title of the best in the martial arts world."
Pan Mo's tone was filled with frustration and a hint of a wry smile.
Looking back on the first half of my life, I don’t know how much suffering I have endured for this false reputation, and how much slander and insults I have endured from people, but in the end, I have not achieved my goal.
Now I realize that it was all just a thing of the past.
In this world where immortals exist, being the best in martial arts or the best in the court are just empty titles.
Some people are cultivating immortality, but I am pursuing this empty fame that I cannot take away.
Pan Mo suddenly felt that the first half of his life had been wasted.
It was also for this reason that the Cold-Blooded Ghost Hand, who ranked third in the martial arts killer rankings, was determined to serve under Manager Yang and serve as his assistant.
Regardless of whether he would have the opportunity to obtain anything from the immortals, as long as he could occasionally admire the immortals' immortality, he would feel that his life had no regrets.
"From what you said, it seems that the immortals are on this boat?" As soon as Mr. Zhong said this, his breathing became rapid.
Ever since he got on board, he had been wondering what exactly Manager Yang should tell him.
We need to ask Manager Yang’s confidant to tell us.
Pan Mo is Manager Yang's confidant, and his mood is so depressed and mysterious. Judging from all the factors, perhaps this is the only possibility.
Hearing this, Pan Mo's depressed mood finally became high-spirited. A hint of excitement appeared in his expression, and he nodded heavily: "Yes, the immortals are on the boat."
hiss.
Someone gasped.
Everyone looked at each other. Mr. Zhong and Ruyi were silent, and seemed a little dazed for a moment.
This seemingly ordinary voyage was actually a voyage with an immortal. What was even more surprising was that the immortal was invited by Manager Yang to escort them on this voyage.
What a great blessing this was, it made their breathing become more rapid.
"It is indeed so." Xue Kong nodded secretly, "I wonder what the cultivation level of this cultivator on the boat is, and whether he is more advanced than the clan leader."
"Don't worry about the existence of the immortals, old man." Pan Mo saw the uneasiness of Mr. Zhong and Ruyi and said comfortingly, "Unless there is an unusual incident, the immortals will not reveal their true appearance."
"Just let nature take its course and fish well."
"Of course." Mr. Zhong agreed. Even though he had been fishing all his life, he felt a lot of pressure. Even the cold wind blowing from all directions seemed to become biting.
Xue Kong remained silent and did not intend to be too conspicuous.
He is a mortal after all.
I don't have much ability, I just want to be forgotten.
After informing the shopkeeper Yang of everything he had instructed, Pan Mo returned to the cabin, probably to serve the monk.
If there were someone with a high level of cultivation here, he would be able to see through the entire fishing boat at a glance and see a middle-aged man sitting in meditation with his eyes closed on the bed in the most luxurious room of the fishing boat.
However, this person's cultivation level is only at the middle stage of foundation building.
The fishing boat gradually sailed into the depths of the sea. At a glance, all around were white snow and the boundless ocean with no end in sight.
Although the wind was cold in the sky, the sea was quite calm.
The fishing boat moved forward steadily.
Uncle Zhong directed everyone to start fishing.
Before they knew it, the fishing boat had been sailing on the sea for three days.
During these three days, thanks to Mr. Zhong's rich fishing experience, the fishing boat had a good harvest. They caught all kinds of fish from the sea, most of which Xue Kong had never seen before.
Even many of them were poisonous and were collected together.
Under the high intensity of the busy work, Mr. Zhong and Ruyi gradually put the affairs of the immortal family behind their minds and immersed themselves in the busy work.
Until noon of this day.
The wind and snow grew stronger, and the fishing boat that was sailing fast on the sea suddenly stopped.
"Why did it stop? What happened?" Xue Kong looked at Ruyi in confusion.
Ruyi seldom goes out to sea, so she is puzzled by this.
Old man Zhong walked quickly onto the bow deck, felt the wind with his body, and then looked at the sea surface under the ship.
There was nothing above the icy blue sea, not even a single rock or other obstruction.
"Even with such a strong wind, the sails didn't sag, which means the forward force is still there. It's just that the hull is stuck by something and can't move forward," said Mr. Zhong.
"There seems to be nothing under this boat." Xue Kong also looked around.
Those young and strong young men also came to the side of the ship and looked at the bottom of the ship. They all felt strange and puzzled, and no one found any clues.
"It must be in the sea, blocked by something." Mr. Zhong's face turned a little ugly.
He was experienced and knew what lay on the seabed better than anyone else on the ship.
In the past few decades, he had encountered strange things more than once, but in the end he was able to clean them up with the help of Tiying and avoided danger.
Now, although Mr. Zhong could guess what had happened, he did not dare to ask the crying baby to show up.
He couldn't guarantee whether the immortals on the boat could tolerate the presence of the crying baby.
"What should we do? If the boat can't sail, let alone fishing, even getting back will be a problem." Xue Kong had no experience in this and had to ask.
Ruyi pondered for a moment, then said, "Let's get someone to go down to the sea and take a look. Maybe it's just entangled in some thick seaweed."
The temperature was extremely low on this icy snowy day. Soon, a strong young man volunteered and decided to go into the sea.
They tied a thick rope around his waist.
One end was held by four or five people, and the other end was tied around his waist, and they slowly lowered him into the sea.
There was a sound of splashing water on the ice-blue sea.
When he reached the sea surface, the young man looked around but didn't see anything strange.
So he waved vigorously at the people on the side of the boat, signaling them to continue sending down the thick rope.
The young man slowly immersed himself in the cold sea water.
Even though he was strong, he couldn't help but shiver all over the moment he touched the cold sea water. Then he took a deep breath and sank into the seabed.
There is still some light on the seabed near the sea surface.
The young man opened his eyes and glanced around...
Pop.
Several people on the side of the boat were pulling a thick rope. The rope in their hands was originally stretched taut, but suddenly it broke. Several people fell to the ground, and the thick rope was pulled up by force.
But at the other end of the thick rope, there was nothing, and the young man was no longer there.
"Where are the people?" Someone exclaimed immediately when he saw the thick rope.
"How could such a thick rope break so easily, and the person hanging on it is gone?"
"I didn't hear any cries for help or shouts just now. He disappeared without a trace. What on earth is at the bottom of the sea?!"
Everyone on the fishing boat turned pale, realizing that something was wrong.
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