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

He Yiming sank on the seabed near the island, quietly watching the underwater world.

In the last big storm, he failed to understand the Flower of Water. After resting for a few days and completely calmed down, He Yiming began his own cultivation path again.

Although there is a white horse with horns on this island, a master of venerable origin, and an unknown group of black vultures on another island. However, at this moment, He Yiming completely left behind.

He walked slowly under the sea, as if he was treating himself as a creature under the sea, and used his own eyes to look at the underwater world and sense the underwater world.

He had a faint feeling that if one day he could survive freely on the seabed like these underwater creatures, then it would be time for him to calmly understand the flower of water.

Suddenly, a large fish, which was more than three feet long, twisted its body and rushed over from his eyes.

He Yiming's eyes immediately followed the big fish and advanced upwards. He stepped out and gently kicked his toes on the sand, and his body was already bent.

He was actually imitating the big fish, and was also swimming upward in distortion.

The big fish seemed to have some sense, and its little head turned around, looking at He Yiming who was not like this for no reason, and then continued to twist its body and leave.

He Yiming was completely addicted to his own world, and his mind was filled with the shadow of the big fish. He seemed to vaguely feel that this was a strange body technique. Once this body technique was integrated into his martial arts, it would definitely have unimaginable huge power.

This was the idea that he had a sudden inspiration, but in this world, almost all the martial arts and combat skills passed down were the products of his predecessors' inspiration.

He Yiming slowly explored this sudden idea in this situation similar to an enlightenment but not an enlightenment.

He has been promoted to Venerable, and his body is extremely pure. Even in the seabed, his skin can breathe automatically. Although this will bring great burden to his body, with his current physique, unless he is consumed under the seabed day and night, there will be no problem at all.

As a whole day and night passed, He Yiming kept twisting his body at the bottom of the sea, using the power of the sea to realize his body defects and gradually make up for it.

Finally, a hint of clarity flashed in his eyes, and he woke up from the feeling that was almost addicted.

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

In the water, he seemed to have really turned into a swimming fish, and rushed towards the top like a flying fish.

If the big fish was still here a day ago, then I would definitely doubt whether I had really met a companion, although this companion was a little too big...

Soon, He Yiming was already emerging on the sea.

As soon as his head left the sea, he heard a "punch". Looking around, the pig also drilled out of the seabed. Its front hooves were holding a fish that was much larger than its body, and its two hind hooves walked on the water.

It seemed as if there was some kind of force under its feet, allowing it to run towards the shore as quickly as it flew.

He Yiming was slightly stunned, raised his eyes and looked at him, then burst into laughter.

Not far from the shore, Bailingba had already set up a fire rack, and a wisp of black smoke curled up. Seeing this scene, He Yiming certainly understood why Baozhu suddenly became so hardworking.

He walked with a smile, and even though his body was on the sea, he was twisting and twisting. Although he was not elegant, his speed was undoubtedly faster than before.

After a while, He Yiming had already arrived on the shore. He picked up a fish very directly and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

However, he bit his mouth and was slightly stunned.

This fish does smell very fragrant, but the taste is nothing like that. Apart from a slight salty taste, it is simply not comparable to before.

After a glance, He Yiming asked, "Brother Bai, the taste of this thing is not right."

Bailingba said in a deep voice: "There is no seasoning, only salt water, so that's all."

He Yiming responded, and suddenly moved his heart. He took out the silver ring, opened the space inside, and took out a huge package.

Bailingba and Baozhu both looked at him for no reason, not knowing what he was doing.

He Yiming called the package. To be honest, it was the first time He Yiming opened it after taking it from the hands of Jin Zhan.

There was indeed a pair of iron pots and shovels inside, and there were many bottles and jars made of ironware, each one with a label. He Yiming just took a look and was sure that the variety of seasonings prepared here was even more complete than what was prepared in the kitchen of the boat.

He sighed in his heart that the Battle of Jin is worthy of being a real gourmet, and what he said about esophageal cultivation may be true.

Bailingba's eyes lit up, swept over the bottles and jars, picked a few of them, and took an empty iron bowl, poured the seasonings into them, and mixed them together.

After all this, Bailingba repackaged the bottles and jars and handed them over to He Yiming.

From beginning to end, he had never asked about the origin of these things. He was not surprised at all about why He Yiming had to prepare so many seasonings, as if all this was taken for granted.

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

Perhaps the Golden Battle is right, I should have prepared more. Fortunately, I have the silver ring space. If I don’t have this space, even if I prepare more things, I’m afraid I will be lost in the huge waves.

After having the seasoning in his hand, Bailingba's craftsmanship was revealed again, and the fragrance was emitted, which immediately hooked up the greedy worms in the belly.

Not long after, Bailingba took down the three fish on the shelf and handed them to He Yiming and Baozhu respectively.

Baozhu had been impatient for a long time. After taking the iron sign, he opened his mouth and started to chew on it regardless of the heat of the grilled fish.

But what is amazing is that this little guy never puts food on the ground. Instead, he imitates He Yiming's appearance, and uses a pair of front hooves that seem to have suction power to suck the iron stick between the two hooves, and chews the big fish in his bones.

He Yiming looked at its greedy elephant and felt amused. Suddenly, his ears moved slightly and looked up at the forest.

A person slowly walked out there. It was the old man who fought with the white horse when he just arrived on the island a few days ago.

There was a hint of surprise in He Yiming's eyes.

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

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

Although the islands are far less exaggerated than the mainland, if they don’t want to meet each other, it is still possible to never interact with each other until they die.

So when the old man suddenly appeared, He Yiming felt very strange. A few days ago, he was quite cold towards himself, and he was even alert and alert, but why did he come here on his own initiative a few days later?

As for the arrival of the old man, except for He Yiming looking up and watching, Bailingba and Baozhu turned a blind eye to the arrival of the old man.

One of them turned the iron mark on the fire shelf and the other lowered their heads to gnaw on the big fish in the front hooves. It seemed that the fire shelf was much more important than the big fish than the old man.

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

He took a deep breath, his throat swayed slightly, and his eyes fell on Bailingba's grilled fish rack.

He Yiming laughed in silence. If he could no longer guess the old man's purpose, then he would be too stupid.

There were two racks in his hands, each rack with a fragrant grilled fish. After pondering slightly, He Yiming stretched out his hand and looked at the other person with a smile.

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

He put the grilled fish on his nose, took a deep breath of the rich fragrance, and an extremely satisfied expression appeared on his face.

Then, he opened his mouth and chewed the fish cleanly at a speed that was no less than the pig.

He Yiming looked at the old man with a dazed look. What he could not imagine was that the old man's eating habits were comparable to those of the treasure pigs, and he swallowed the entire fish without even vomiting his bones.

Looking at the old man who seemed to be reincarnated by a starving ghost, He Yiming really didn't know how to describe it.

The old man moved very quickly, and he ate up all the grilled fish after three or two. At this moment, he saw He Yiming's strange eyes and his face turned red.

With a light cough, the old man said casually: "It's been forty years, this is the first time I have eaten something cooked."

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

He Yiming was amused, but he also understood why the old man had such impatient actions.

If a person is exiled to a deserted island and has not eaten cooked food for forty years, then when he suddenly smells the grilled fish with good color, fragrance, smell, and shape, it is afraid it will be difficult to resist the temptation from his stomach.

He handed over another iron mark in his hand, and He Yiming whispered: "Baozhu, catch a few more fish."
Chapter completed!