The sand underwater was as white and fragrant as milk, the seaweed had the color of spring grass, and various shellfish emitted bursts of luster. Each of them was a music box, and there was a slight melody when they opened and closed.
He Yiming sank to the bottom of the sea near the island and quietly watched the underwater world.
In the last great storm, He Yiming failed to comprehend the Water Flower. After resting for a few days and completely calming down his mind, He Yiming once again began his cultivation path.
On this island, there was a white horse with a horn, a Martial Highness with an unknown background, and an unknown number of Black Vultures on the other island. Even so, He Yiming completely forgot about them at this moment.
He walked slowly on the bottom of the sea as if he also regarded himself as an underwater creature. He used his eyes to size up the underwater world and sense it.
He had a vague feeling that if he could live freely on the bottom of the sea like these underwater creatures one day, that would be the time when he could comprehend the Water Flower calmly.
All of a sudden, a flat fish that was more than a meter long wriggled its body in front of him.
He Yiming's gaze instantly followed the big fish as it moved upward. He took a step forward and gently kicked the sand with the tip of his foot, causing his body to bend.
He was actually imitating the big fish's appearance by twisting his body and swimming upward.
The big fish seemed to have sensed something, so it turned its small head and looked at He Yiming in confusion. Following that, it continued to wriggle its body into the distance.
He Yiming was completely immersed in his own world. His mind was filled with the shadow of the big fish. He seemed to vaguely feel that this was a peculiar body technique. Once this body technique was integrated into his martial arts technique, it would definitely have unimaginable power.
This was an idea that came to him in a flash of inspiration. Nevertheless, in this world, almost all martial arts combat skills that were passed down were the products of predecessors' inspiration.
He Yiming was in a situation similar to an epiphany, but also not an epiphany. He slowly fumbled with this sudden idea.
He had become a Venerable One, and his essential Qi was extremely pure. Even at the bottom of the sea, his skin could automatically breathe. This would bring a huge burden to his body, but based on his physique at the moment, unless he spent day and night at the bottom of the sea, there would not be any problems at all.
Just like that, an entire day passed. He Yiming kept twisting his body at the bottom of the sea. He used the power of the sea to comprehend the flaws in his body technique and gradually made up for them.
At last, a clear look in his eyes as he woke up from the feeling of being almost addicted.
This time, he did not touch the ground with the tip of his foot. Instead, he shook his body slightly and started to twist in a strange way.
In the water, he seemed to have really turned into a swimming fish. He quickly swam upwards as if he was flying.
If the big fish from a day ago was still here, it would have doubted if he had really met a companion, even though his companion was too big …
Before long, He Yiming emerged from the sea.
As soon as his head left the sea, he heard a soft "puff" sound. When he turned to look, he saw that the Baozhu had also emerged from the bottom of the sea. It was holding a fish that was much bigger than its body with its front hooves while it walked on the water with its back hooves.
It seemed to be supported by a certain power under its feet, allowing it to run toward the shore as fast as it could.
He Yiming was slightly stunned. He looked up and could not help but laugh.
Not far from the shore, 108 had set up a fire rack, and a wisp of black smoke curled up. Upon seeing this, He Yiming naturally understood why the Baozhu suddenly became so hardworking.
He laughed and walked. Even though he was on the surface of the sea, his body was still twisting here and there. Although it was not elegant, in terms of speed, it was undoubtedly faster than before.
After a while, He Yiming had already come to the shore. He picked up a fish very directly and ate it in big bites.
However, when he took a bite, he was slightly startled.
This fish smelled really good, but the taste was just so-so. Except for a hint of saltiness, it could not be compared to before.
He Yiming glanced and asked, "Brother Bai, this thing doesn't taste right."
108 said in a deep voice, "There is no seasoning, only salt water. This is the only way."
He Yiming responded. His heart suddenly moved. He took out the silver ring, opened the space inside, and took out a huge package.
108 and Baozhu both looked at him inexplicably, not knowing what he was doing.
He Yiming opened the package. To be honest, after receiving it from Jin Zhanzheng, He Yiming opened it for the first time.
There was indeed an iron pot and a spatula inside, and there were many bottles and jars made of iron. Each bottle and jar had a label on it. He Yiming only needed to take a look to be sure that the variety of seasonings prepared inside was rich. It was even more complete than what was prepared in the kitchen of the boat.
He sighed in his heart. Jin Zhanzheng was indeed a real glutton. The food path cultivation that he mentioned might be true.
108's eyes lit up. He glanced at these bottles and jars, selected a few of them, and took an empty iron bowl. He poured the seasonings and mixed them together.
After all this, 108 repacked the bottles and jars and handed them to He Yiming.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't ask about the origin of these things. He didn't feel strange at all about why He Yiming prepared so many seasonings. It seemed that all of this was a matter of course.
He Yiming stuffed this large bag of things into the ring space, and then carefully stored it.
Perhaps Jin Zhanzheng was right. He should prepare more. But fortunately, he had the silver ring space. If he didn't have this space, even if he prepared more things, he was afraid that they would all be lost in the monstrous waves.
After having seasonings in his hand, 108's craftsmanship was displayed again. The bursts of fragrance spread out, and it immediately attracted the gluttonous worms in people's stomachs.
Not long after, 108 took down the three fish from the shelf and handed them to He Yiming and Baozhu respectively.
Baozhu had been waiting impatiently for a long time. It took the iron skewers, and without caring about the heat of the grilled fish, it immediately opened its big mouth and gnawed on it.
However, what was surprising was that this little guy never put the food on the ground when he ate. Instead, he copied He Yiming and used his front hooves, which seemed to have a suction force, to suck the iron skewers between his hooves and gnaw on the big fish until not even the bones were left.
He Yiming looked at its gluttonous behavior and found it funny. Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly, and he raised his head to look at the forest.
A person slowly walked out from there. It was the old man who fought with the white horse when he first arrived on the island a few days ago.
He Yiming's gaze had a trace of surprise.
Since their last encounter, he had never seen this old man and the white horse face to face.
Although he knew that the old man lived in the west of the island and the white horse lived in the east, and he randomly chose a cave between the two to live in.
Although the island was not as exaggerated as the mainland, if they did not want to see each other, it was still possible for them to not have any contact with each other.
Therefore, when the old man suddenly appeared, He Yiming's heart was very strange. A few days ago, the old man's attitude towards him was quite cold, and even guarded and vigilant. But after a few days, why did he take the initiative to come here?
He Yiming looked up at the old man's arrival, while 108 and Baozhu turned a blind eye to him.
One of them turned the iron skewers on the fire rack, while the other lowered his head to gnaw on the big fish in his front hooves. It seemed that the fire rack and the big fish were more important than the old man.
The old man came to the side of the fire. He copied He Yiming and the others and sat down on the beach.
He took a deep breath, and his Adam's apple trembled slightly as his gaze fell upon the grilled fish rack in Number 108.
He Yiming laughed involuntarily. At this point, if he still could not guess the old man's intentions, then he was too stupid.
In his hands, there were two more racks, and on each rack was a fragrant grilled fish. After pondering for a moment, He Yiming reached out his hand and looked at the old man with a smile.
The old man took a deep look at He Yiming. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally reached out to take it.
He put the grilled fish to his nose and took a deep breath of the rich aroma. An extremely satisfied expression appeared on his face.
Then, he opened his mouth and ate the fish cleanly at a speed that was not inferior to Baozhu's.
He Yiming looked at the old man, dumbfounded. What he did not expect was that the old man's table manners were comparable to Baozhu's. Moreover, he swallowed the entire fish without spitting out even the bones.
He Yiming did not know how to describe the old man who looked like the reincarnation of a hungry ghost.
The old man was very fast. He finished the grilled fish in a few bites. At this moment, he noticed He Yiming's strange gaze, and he could not help but blush.
The old man cleared his throat and said in a seemingly casual manner, "It's been 40 years. This is the first time I've eaten cooked food."
When he said that, he did not look at He Yiming. Instead, he looked into the distance as if he was not talking to them.
He Yiming found it funny, but he also understood why the old man was so impatient.
If a person was exiled to a deserted island and had not eaten cooked food for 40 years, when he suddenly smelled a grilled fish that looked, smelled, and tasted good, it would be difficult for him to resist the temptation from his stomach.
He Yiming handed over another metal skewer and said softly, "Baozhu, catch a few more fish."
Baozhu snorted in dissatisfaction. He Yiming frowned slightly and glared. Baozhu immediately put down the empty metal skewer and scurried into the sea …
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