call out!
The old man pulled the fishing rod back, and on the hook hung a black worm with thin golden lines.
A faint golden color appeared on his fingertips, and a golden line was constantly pulled out from his fingers. The golden line circled around the worm several times, and then he disconnected the golden line and threw the hook into the water again.
Wuming walked forward slowly, took out a chair and sat down.
In front of him was a lake reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, and behind him was a woods emitting a faint fragrance. He closed his eyes comfortably, and only opened them after a while, staring at the sky in a daze.
The old man who was fishing nearby didn't pay any attention to the sudden arrival of the uninvited guest.
He was leisurely waving the fishing rod in his hand. When the wind blew, his beard fluttered in the wind, seemingly moving but actually not.
Shui'er looked at Wuming, then at the old man. She scratched her hair in confusion, not understanding what the two were doing.
Logically speaking, the old man should have reacted when he noticed them, but he was still fishing and didn't care about their arrival at all.
Wuming was also so strange. He stopped talking as soon as he walked into the grove, and he just lay down when he got to the lake.
What is the situation now
Shui'er looked at Tian Xing Mingyue, but Tian Xing Mingyue simply pretended to be dead. She gave Tian Xing Mingyue several looks, but Tian Xing Mingyue did not react.
"Young man, have you ever brewed wine?" the old man suddenly asked.
Wuming answered honestly: "No."
"Then why not give it a try when you have time." The old man picked up the gourd next to him and threw it to Wuming.
Wuming took the gourd and looked at the old man in confusion. The old man smiled and motioned Wuming to take a sip. Wuming pointed at the gourd and looked at the old man with a questioning look. The old man smiled faintly and nodded.
Taking a deep breath, Wuming opened the lid and took a sip.
The next moment his eyes suddenly widened, but his pupils gradually shrank. At this moment, his soul, consciousness, spirit, thoughts, and thinking seemed to have traveled through countless spaces and finally arrived at the dark ocean.
This is not the nameless sea, but the eternal silent space!
In a flash, he fell into the boundless and eternal space. He shuttled through the eternal space. Suddenly he looked back and a lake appeared in his eyes.
"How about it? The wine I brewed tastes good, right?" the old man said with a smile.
Wuming closed the lid of the gourd and spoke after a while: "Good wine, unimaginable."
"Hahahaha, this wine is not so easy to brew, and it's too early for you. It's better to start from the basics." The old man gave advice with a smile.
Wuming glanced at the old man's head, handed the gourd back obediently, and nodded, "Then I'll try to make wine."
The level above this old man’s head is:
Ever since Wuming gained the ability to see through other people's levels, this is the first time he has seen levels as question marks. Even the Dark King can see through levels.
Moreover, after entering the woods, he felt an unusual aura, and it was this special aura that made him dare not act rashly.
“Haha, brewing wine, fishing, cooking, forgetting the world, forgetting the self and other, practicing can make you strong, and experiencing ordinary things can also make you strong. When you are alive, you want to survive, and when you die, you want to die. Some roads are short and some are long. It’s a good thing to try more.” The old man stroked his beard and said leisurely.