Chapter 3 Minjiang River, a strange fate

The next morning.

Song Lin got up early and changed into the coarse clothes given by the old fisherman.

He also used Lin San's money to buy three pancakes at the market as his food for the day.

"coming?"

In the shack by the lake, the old fisherman was moving fishing nets, crab cages, fishing rods and other fishing gear out of the house. It seemed that he had been busy for a while.

"Uncle Chen, I'm late." Song Lin hurried forward to help.

The sun had just risen.

Song Lin thought he had gotten up very early, but he didn't expect that the old fisherman got up even earlier than him.

"It's not too late, but it's not too early either."

Chen Ping said as he worked: "This is the life of us fishermen. We get up early and go to bed late, and we are exposed to wind and rain. It is much harder than you can imagine."

"If you regret it now, it's not too late."

"Song Lin will not be late tomorrow." His tone was firm.

After saying that, he immediately stepped forward to help.

After helping the old fisherman finish his work, Song Lin asked curiously, "Uncle Chen, what are we doing today?"

"Today we are going to dry the nets. I will first show you the tools for making a living. This is the fishing rod, you should recognize it. This is the crab cage... This is the bamboo needle, used to mend the nets..."

"This is a fish butchering knife. It's the size of a palm and is perfect for butchering fish, cutting ropes, and prying shells. I'll give this one to you first..."

The old fisherman handed over a fish knife, and his wrist with his sleeves rolled up trembled slightly in the cold wind.

"Uncle Chen..."

Song Lin's eyes fell on Chen Ping's hand.

"That's right." Chen Ping suddenly laughed, "As a fisherman, you must be good at water. Today I will teach you the wave-wrapping skill, starting from the basics. This is my specialty..."

He said it with great satisfaction, but without any selfish intention.

"Thank you, Uncle Chen."

Song Lin was happy.

"Come on, take off your clothes."

"Uh……"

"Swimming club?"

"know a little."

"Go into the water..."

wow~
An hour later, Song Lin learned the Wave-wrapped Technique.

At this moment, he was standing in waist-deep water at the edge of the lake, looking somewhat puzzled.

The Wave-wrapped Kung Fu is a simple form of underwater bodywork, which is full of methods of controlling water, dissipating force, and holding breath. It is not a method of training strength to strengthen the body.

So after only half an hour of study, he no longer needed the old fisherman's teaching.

But new problems also arise.

In the next half hour, he practiced the Wave Wrap Technique repeatedly, but the effect was always far from what he had imagined.

"Theoretically speaking, if one has mastered the Wave-wrapping Technique, one can hold one's breath underwater for a hundred breaths, just like a swimming fish." The old fisherman sat under the eaves with his trouser legs rolled up, leisurely smoking a water pipe.

Song Lin: “…”

After practicing for half an hour, he couldn't even feel any improvement in his swimming skills, let alone holding his breath for a hundred breaths like swimming a fish.

This is the case when practicing Mopan Jin and Puyang Dao, and it is also the case when learning Langwu Gong.

The shackles of talent block the path to advancement for most people in this world.

"You are smart but not talented enough. Or maybe you chose the wrong direction. But being a fisherman is enough for you." The old fisherman comforted with a smile.

The day passed quickly.

On the way back, Song Lin bought a dozen lively little fish at the fish market, spending a total of three cents.

Back home, I started killing fish.

[Obtained fate: Miscellaneous fish]

[Miscellaneous fish: Born in water, the fate of miscellaneous fish. Fragment of the Blazing White Fate (the fate is incomplete, and you cannot enter the previous life)]

Looking at the annotations on Zayu's fate, Song Lin did not look satisfied.

talent.

He needs a destiny that can accelerate his cultivation.

Only with a stronger talent than ordinary people can you catch up with those who are far ahead within a limited time.

[Obtained fate: Miscellaneous fish]

[Obtained fate: Miscellaneous fish]

After killing seven fish in a row, I only got three miscellaneous fish. The rest may not have strong enough fate and disappeared in the cycle of life and death.

Song Lin sighed silently.

A person with a talent for cultivation is harder to find than he imagined.

[Obtained fate: Miscellaneous fish]

[Obtained fate: Miscellaneous fish]

[Obtained fate: hydrophilic]

"Water-friendly?" Song Lin was delighted.

[Water affinity: Born to be water-loving, swim in three rivers. Born to be water-loving, practicing water magic can gain 10% benefit. Blazing White Fate Fragment]

"The five elements are water-friendly, and the water method brings benefits."

"Good, good, good! If I can integrate this fate into myself, practicing skills such as Lang Gu Gong and Pu Yang Dao will definitely be twice as effective with half the effort."

"I have collected all five auxiliary life elements and can enter the past life of a fool."

Song Lin's mind moved.

Lingchong, bird watching, water activities, plus two miscellaneous fish life patterns, are all put into the auxiliary life pattern positions.

The reincarnation destiny wheel rotates slowly clockwise.

The five fate patterns emitted wisps of white light, which merged into an illusory ball of light in the air, and one name after another kept circulating.

【Duck Killing】

When the wheel of reincarnation stopped turning, Song Lin's eyes lit up.

Ninety percent of the light of this destiny is white, but one percent emits a faint bright yellow, which seems to represent a chance of being promoted to a bright yellow destiny.

Although it is only 10%, it represents hope!

[Red Polygonum, Yellow Reed, White Watermelon are crossing the river, and the withered bones are sad under the green willow bank. ]

[Foolish Man’s Tribulation – Beginning]

The wheel of reincarnation suddenly reversed, and the speed became faster and faster.

A yellow light suddenly burst out from the foolish man's fate, engulfing Song Lin's mind.

In a trance.

Scenes of broken light and shadow flashed by.

The rushing river... the hundreds of miles of lakes... the prosperous city... the countless ragged people...

On a dam covered with bones, stood a haggard man with gray hair and a dagger in his hand.

Suddenly.

The man looked back—and swung his knife.

The tragic knife light instantly flooded the field of vision.

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【It is difficult to change fate, life and death are determined by one’s heart. 】

[In your first life, you were born in a fisherman's duck shed by the Minjiang River.]

[After a month, you finally broke out of your shell. The river wind was howling, and you spent the first night of your life in the duck shed with difficulty.] The message came to my mind.

"Ga——" Song Lin opened his mouth to exclaim, but only a childish 'ga' came out.

Look down.

His body actually turned into a furry little duck.

The river wind howls.

The little duck shuddered and huddled in the straw, trembling.

[In the second month, you began to thrive, and there were seven small and five big ducks around you, a total of twelve ducks.]

[You discover that the person who feeds the ducks every day is a lonely fisherman who makes a living by fishing in the Minjiang River.]

Time seemed to speed up.

From the perspective of a little duck, Song Lin saw the other dull-looking companions in the duck shed, and also often saw a fisherman with a weather-beaten face.

"Is he the foolish man of this life? He looks ordinary..." he thought to himself.

[In the third month, you have grown stronger and are no longer satisfied with the small duck shed.]

[You often look up at the sky, watching those carefree birds, as if you are very envious, and as if you have realized something.]

[Your silly look attracted the fisherman's attention.]

[From that day on, there were more small fish in your bowl than usual.]

"Looking up at the sky and feeding the fish... This should be influenced by the fate of bird watching and fish. Then, what kind of talents will the fate of spiritual rush and affinity with water bring to me in this life?"

Song Lin thought in his heart.

[Thanks to the fisherman's feeding, you are stronger than the ducks in your pen. ]

[In the fourth month, the spring river water is warm and the gray duck spreads its wings. You flap your wings all day long, looking up at the sky, with the ambition in your eyes impatient.]

【However, crisis always comes one step ahead of opportunity. 】

[One day, the fisherman came to the duck shed and caught a strong old duck. ]

['Gah——' In the afterglow of the setting sun, you only heard a short scream. ]

[The next day, the day after... the number of ducks in the shed began to decrease.]

[Something seems to have happened to the fisherman, as he has to eat a duck every day. This is obviously a luxury for the poor people on both sides of the Minjiang River.]

[You know that if you continue like this, you will be killed sooner or later.]

[In early April, you can no longer hold back the urge in your heart. Spread your wings and take a leap.]

"thump--"

The river wind howls.

The world that was originally somewhat unreal became extremely real in this moment.

"I'm flying?" This was Song Lin's first reaction.

"Wait, I seem to be able to control my body!" Song Lin flapped his wings subconsciously, but because he was not used to the duck's body, he fell headfirst onto the mud outside the duck shed.

There are gusts of cool river breeze and the sound of the Minjiang River rushing not far away.

There is also the figure walking towards you step by step with his back to the setting sun.

It makes this world seem so real.

"Gah-"

Song Lin raised his duck head blankly, and his eyes met the fisherman's above.

"It's you, stupid duck."

This was the first time Song Lin heard the fisherman speak. His voice was hoarse and slightly gentle.

But the fish knife in his hand didn't look friendly.

"Life is short."

When Song Lin was lifted up by his wings by a pair of hands, he couldn't help but droop his head, looking as if he had lost all desire to live.

He had seen the fisherman's skills.

There were many ducks in the shed, but not one of them could escape from his grasp.

"what?"

The fisherman looked down at the duck in his hand, seeming a little surprised at its quietness.

half an hour.

As if he was remembering something, a strange look flashed in the fisherman's eyes.

He actually put Song Lin back into the duck shed, turned around and picked up another duck and left.

"What happened? Why did he let me go?"

Song Lin looked at the fisherman's back in confusion.

I found that the fisherman seemed to have lost a lot of weight in just a few days, and his face looked a little old.

"He only eats one duck a day and he's still so thin... Is this fisherman practicing some evil skill?"

The night is getting darker.

There was a 'flutter' sound from the duck shed.

Song Lin successfully escaped from prison again. He flapped his wings quickly and finally landed steadily on the ground outside the duck shed.

"Ha, I escaped again!"

He raised his head.

He looked curiously at a wooden house not far away, which was emitting dim light.

Oil lamps are precious, and if it were an ordinary fisherman, he would have gone to bed by now.

This is another unusual place.

"Go and see."

"If I escape like this, it will be meaningless if I can't fulfill my last wish. I don't know if I will have another chance to start over after failing in this life..."

Song Lin spread his flippers and swayed towards the wooden house.

After a while.

In the darkness of night, a slender duck neck poked out from the window sill and looked into the house through the window gap.

I saw an oil lamp burning on the wooden table in the room. The fisherman was lying on the table with a book next to his head. He seemed to have fallen asleep accidentally because he was tired of reading.

Something was simmering in the stove next to the wooden table, and whiffs of aroma wafted over.

"Is this... a secret book?"

Song Lin's attention was completely attracted by the books on the table.

I guessed in my heart that the foolish man had such a change in recent days, probably because of the secret book on the table.

And a method of cultivation that surpasses the millstone force is exactly what he urgently needs right now.

Look around.

Soon a hole was found in the corner of the unrepaired wooden house.

Another moment.

A little gray-feathered teal appeared in the room and approached the wooden table stealthily.

"Puff puff"

"Puff puff puff~"

It hopped and hopped, finally leaping onto the stool with great effort, and then carefully climbed onto the wooden table.

Curious eyes looked towards the secret book.

【Food Record】

The yellowed cover and three moldy characters come into view.

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