My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 142 - 143: The Mysterious Fishing Elder

Chapter 142: Chapter 143: The Mysterious Fishing Elder

"Wudao brother, I, I did that in a moment of panic, ah, you, you’re terrible!" Xu Mengmeng’s face turned red with embarrassment, wishing she could find a tiny crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Haha, Mengmeng, you’re really cute!" Ye Wudao laughed.

"Hey, Wudao brother, were you okay after being bitten by the venomous snake just now?" Xu Mengmeng asked curiously.

"Of course, your brother Wudao is immune to all poisons, how could anything happen to him?" Ye Wudao said with a conceited look on his face.

"Yay, Brother Wudao, it’s so good that you’re fine!" Xu Mengmeng excitedly gave Ye Wudao a peck.

Ye Wudao touched his cheek, looking shocked; "Mengmeng, did you just kiss me?"

"Uh-huh, consider it a reward!"

Just then, a security guard suddenly walked out of the woods, angry; "What are you doing?"

The couple hurriedly got dressed and ran away.

The little beggar then ran over, anxiously saying; "Master, a group of security guards are coming!"

Seeing this, Xu Mengmeng quickly grabbed Ye Wudao’s hand, nervously saying; "Wudao brother, let’s run too!"

"Okay!"

Having traversed the quiet grove, they finally evaded the security guards. In front of them was a beautiful lake, the water azure and the air filled with freshness.

Ye Wudao noticed someone had gotten there first: an old man wearing a straw hat, fishing with a bamboo rod, sitting still as a sculpture.

Soon, a plump carp was reeled in.

Seeing the old man catch a fish, Ye Wudao too got the itch to fish, very much intrigued.

"Old sir, do you have a spare fishing rod for me to borrow and fish a bit?" Ye Wudao asked.

"Help yourself!"

Ye Wudao picked a few fishing rods, found one that felt right, and sat next to the old man to fish.

He hooked a worm onto the fishhook, cast the line, and fished, all in one go.

"May the fish bite quickly!" Ye Wudao muttered to himself, focusing on the lake.

However, he waited and waited and still, no fish took the bait.

Ye Wudao glanced at the old man beside him and saw that he kept catching fish, almost every time.

This feeling was utterly torturous.

In half an hour, the old man had caught over a dozen fish while he still had none.

"Damn, did all my fish go over to that old man’s spot?" Ye Wudao fumed, having sat for an hour when finally the float moved.

"Fish on!" Ye Wudao exclaimed excitedly, immediately lifting the fishing rod, only to reel in a fish the size of a thumb.

In contrast, the old man next to him lifted his fishing rod, revealing a fish weighing over ten pounds.

"Haha, Brother Wudao, you actually caught such a tiny fish, I’m dying of laughter!" Xu Mengmeng laughed uproariously.

"Fuck, this lake must be asking for a beating, not giving me any respect!" Ye Wudao said angrily; "Little beggar, today Master will teach you a super unbeatable fishing move!"

"What move?" the little beggar asked curiously.

Ye Wudao picked up a handful of stones from the ground and threw them hard at the lake surface.

Bang!

Bang!!

The stones hit the water like bullets, powerful, and soon, a group of fish were floating belly-up on the lake surface.

"We hit a lot of fish!" Xu Mengmeng exclaimed.

"Wow, Master, you’re so awesome!" the little beggar looked up admiringly.

"How about that, isn’t my special move awesome?" Ye Wudao said, beaming with pride.

"Master, teach me, I want to learn!" the little beggar said, still admiring.

The old man coldly taunted; "Humph! Young man, no patience for fishing, leading others astray. You’re the worst Grandmaster-level martial artist I’ve ever seen in fishing!"

"Fuck, this old man can actually tell my strength?" Ye Wudao was taken aback, his gaze firmly on the old man.

The old man sat like a statue, his weather-beaten face revealing his experiences.

Ye Wudao’s gaze was incredibly piercing, and he could see through even those martial artists beyond the level of a Great Grandmaster.

But he couldn’t see through this old man’s strength.

"What makes you say my Master’s fishing skills are poor?" the little beggar muttered discontentedly.

The old man pulled up his fishing rod, and another plump fish was reeled in. On the side, Xu Mengmeng exclaimed in shock; "Oh my god, Brother Wudao, this old man doesn’t even use a fishhook. Could he be practicing Jiang Taigong’s fishing method, where those willing will hook themselves?"

"How is that possible?" Ye Wudao looked skeptical, glancing over.

But just one look, and he was stunned.

This old man was truly fishing without a hook.

Seeing the several dozen fish in the elderly man’s bamboo basket, Ye Wudao was internally shocked; "Fuck, could all these fish have been caught without using hooks?"

This old man!

Not simple!

The little beggar still disparaged; "This old man can only catch one fish at a time, but my master can knock down a whole group with one move, my master is the best!"

Ye Wudao blushed slightly; "Little beggar, don’t be disrespectful, call him senior!"

"Senior?" the little beggar looked surprised.

The old man’s gaze turned to the little beggar, his eyes carrying a hint of affection; "At only in your teens and already a martial artist at the intermediate level of internal strength consolidation, your future prospects are boundless. You could potentially reach the nobility rank someday. I am short of a disciple, how would you like to be under my tutelage?"

"Pah! I already have a master, why should I become your stinky disciple?" the little beggar said with contempt.

The old man laughed; "Don’t you want to become a martial artist of the nobility rank? By then, your power vast, your status distinguished, surrounded by countless women!"

"What is a martial artist of the nobility rank? I’ve never heard of it," the little beggar asked curiously.

Ye Wudao laughed; "You, a mere martial artist of intermediate internal strength, of course have no right to know about the nobility rank, which is a very powerful level, specifically speaking..."

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